1 I am two fools, I know,
2For loving, and for saying so
3 In whining poetry;
4But where's that wiseman, that would not be I,
5 If she would not deny?
6Then, as the earth's inward, narrow, crooked lanes
7Do purge sea-water's fretful salt away,
8 I thought, if I could draw my pains
9Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay:
10Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce;
11For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
12 But when I have done so,
13Some man, his art and voice to show,
14 Doth set and sing my pain,
15And, by delighting many, frees again
16 Grief, which verse did restrain.
17To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
18But not of such as pleases when 'tis read;
19 Both are increasèd by such songs:
20For both their triumphs so are publishèd,
21And I, which was two fools, do so grow three;
22Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
1 I am two fools, I know,
2For loving, and for saying so
3 In whining poetry;
4But where's that wiseman, that would not be I,
5 If she would not deny?
6Then, as the earth's inward, narrow, crooked lanes
7Do purge sea-water's fretful salt away,
8 I thought, if I could draw my pains
9Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay:
10Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce;
11For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
12 But when I have done so,
13Some man, his art and voice to show,
14 Doth set and sing my pain,
15And, by delighting many, frees again
16 Grief, which verse did restrain.
17To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
18But not of such as pleases when 'tis read;
19 Both are increasèd by such songs:
20For both their triumphs so are publishèd,
21And I, which was two fools, do so grow three;
22Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's that wiseman, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then, as the earth's inward, narrow, crooked lanes
Do purge sea-water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay:
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce;
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read;
Both are increasèd by such songs:
For both their triumphs so are publishèd,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three;
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
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A Donne Rediscovery — Read about a recently rediscovered volume of Donne's poetry, written by hand—and learn about why he didn't want his poetry widely published during his lifetime!
Poems (1633) — Learn more about John Donne's book Poems, the collection in which "The Triple Fool" was first posthumously published.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to actor Richard Burton reading the poem aloud.
A Short Biography — Learn more about John Donne's life and work at the Poetry Foundation.