Explanation:
"O perverse sex, where none is true but she,
Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me."
Answer: These lines have been taken from "Twicknam Garden', a famous love-lyric of John Donne, the leader of the group of poets known as Metaphysical poets in the seventeenth century. In these lines, Donne expresses his intellectual contempt for women saying that the fair sex except his beloved is false and deceptive.
Being inspired by his passion for his beloved, the poet has come to Twicknam Garden in order that the beautiful sights and sounds around him might soothe his troubled mind caused by his frustration in love. But the beauty of nature fails to console him in his distress. In utter frustration, the poet asks the god of love to transform him into a mandrake so that he can eternally groan or into a stone fountain so that he can pass the rest of his life in weeping there.
The poet says that his tears, so abundant, so profuse, are the expressions of his genuine love. He invites lovers to come to him with bottles of glass, fill them with his tears, and take them home. His tears may be called "Wine of love". The lovers should taste his tears, and then compare the taste with the taste of the tears of their beloveds. If they do not taste alike, then the love of their beloved is false, because his tears are the result of his true and genuine love. As a matter of fact, all women are false, and the feelings of their heart cannot be judged by their tears. Thus, the poet comes to the conclusion that all women are false and wayward except his beloved. He knows that his beloved is true because it is her truth that is killing him. The idea is that, if she has not been true, the poet would not have loved her so much, and if he had not loved her so much, he would not have been so frustrated and bitter. He is dying of his frustration only because his beloved is true. (She is true to someone else, not the poet.)
The poet's beloved (probably Lucy, Countess of Bedford) is true in her love to someone else, and so her truth a rare virtue in womanhood is the basis of his love as well as the cause of his suffering. This is a fine example of Donne's wit.
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