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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dissolution</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SHE's dead; and all which die<br> To their first elements resolve;<br>And we were mutual elements to us,<br> And made of one another.<br> My body then doth hers involve,<br>And those things whereof I consist hereby<br>In me abundant grow, and burdenous,<br> And nourish not, but smother.<br> My fire of passion, sighs of air,<br>Water of tears, and earthly sad despair,<br> Which my materials be,<br>But near worn out by love's security,<br>She, to my loss, doth by her death repair.<br>And I might live long wretched so,<br>But that my fire doth with my fuel grow.<br> Now, as those active kings<br> Whose foreign conquest treasure brings,<br>Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break,<br>This —which I am amazed that I can speak—<br> This death, hath with my store<br> My use increased.<br>And so my soul, more earnestly released,<br>Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown before<br>A latter bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a></strong></div>

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