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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legacy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When last I died, and, dear, I die<br>As often as from thee I go,<br>Though it be but an hour ago<br>—And lovers' hours be full eternity—<br>I can remember yet, that I<br>Something did say, and something did bestow;<br>Though I be dead, which sent me, I might be<br>Mine own executor, and legacy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I heard me say, "Tell her anon,<br>That myself," that is you, not I,<br>" Did kill me," and when I felt me die,<br>I bid me send my heart, when I was gone;<br>But I alas ! could there find none;<br>When I had ripp'd, and search'd where hearts should lie,<br>It kill'd me again, that I who still was true<br>In life, in my last will should cozen you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet I found something like a heart,<br>But colours it, and corners had;<br>It was not good, it was not bad,<br>It was entire to none, and few had part;<br>As good as could be made by art<br>It seem'd, and therefore for our loss be sad.<br>I meant to send that heart instead of mine,<br>But O ! no man could hold it, for 'twas thine.</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>