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If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; The firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. -John Donne (1572-1631), A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning |