John Donne - The Damp lyrics

When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part,— When they shall find your picture in my heart, You think a sudden damp of love Will through all their senses move, And work on them as me, and so prefer Your murder to the name of ma**acre. Poor victories! But if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First k** th' enormous giant, your Disdain, And let th' enchantress Honour next be slain, And like a Goth and Vandal rise, Deface records and histories Of your own arts and triumphs over men, And, without such advantage, k** me then. For I could muster up as well as you My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness; But these I neither look for nor profess. k** me as woman, let me die As a mere man; do you but try Your pa**ive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man.