John Donne

Here you will find the Poem A Jet Ring Sent of poet John Donne

A Jet Ring Sent

Thou art not so black as my heart, 
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ; 
What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, 
?Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke? 

Marriage rings are not of this stuff ; 
Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough 
Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say, 
'?I'm cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away.' 

Yet stay with me since thou art come, 
Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb ; 
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ; 
She that, O ! broke her faith, would soon break thee.