Literary Analysis – Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go by John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go,

         For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show

         A fitter love for me;

                But since that I

Must die at last, ’tis best

To use myself in jest

         Thus by feign’d deaths to die.

Sweet love, I do not go

For weariness of you,

Nor in hope the world can show

A fitter love for me

But since that I

Must die at last, it is best

To use myself in jest

Thus by feigned deaths to die