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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69225	Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1633 (1633)	STC 7045; ESTC S121864	150,803	413

in Sion which hath power To eate and her foundations to devour 12 Nor would the Kings of the earth nor all which live In the inhabitable world beleeve That any adversary any foe Into Ierusalem should enter so 13 For the Priests sins and Prophets which have shed Blood in the streets and the just murthered 14 Which when those men whom they made blinde did stray Thorough the streets defiled by the way With blood the which impossible it was Their garments should scape touching as they passe 15 Would cry aloud depart defiled men Depart depart and touch us not and then They fled and strayd and with the Gentiles were Yet told their friends they should not long dwell there 16 For this they are scattered by Jehovahs face VVho never will regard them more No grace Unto their old men shall the foe afford Nor that they are Priests redeeme them from the sword 17 And wee as yet for all these miseries Desiring our vaine helpe consume our eyes And such a nation as cannot save VVe in desire and speculation have 18 They hunt our steps that in the streets wee feare To goe our end is now approached neere Our dayes accomplish'd are this the last day Eagles of heaven are not so swift as they 19 VVhich follow us o'r mountaine tops they flye At us and for us in the desart lye 20 The annointed Lord breath of our nostrils hee Of whom we said under his shadow wee Shall with more ease under the Heathen dwell Into the pit which these men digged fell 21 Rejoyce O Edoms daughter joyfull bee Thou which inhabitst her for unto thee This cup shall passe and thou with drunkennesse Shalt fill thy selfe and shew thy nakednesse 22 And then they sinnes O Sion shall be spent The Lord will not leave thee in banishment Thy sinnes O Edoms daughter hee will see And for them pay thee with captivitie CAP. V. 1 REmember O Lord what is fallen on us See and marke how we are reproached thus 2 For unto strangers our possession Is turn'd our houses unto Aliens gone 3 Our mothers are become as widowes wee As Orphans all and without fathers be 4 Waters which are our owne wee drunke and pay And upon our owne wood a price they lay 5 Our persecutors on our necks do sit They make us travaile and not intermit 6 We stretch our hands unto th' Egyptians To get us bread and to the Assyrians 7 Our Fathers did these sinnes and are no more But wee do beare the sinnes they did before 8 They are but servants which do rule us thus Yet from their hands none would deliver us 9 With danger of our life our bread wee gat For in the wildernesse the sword did wait 10 The tempests of this famine wee liv'd in Black as an Ocean colour'd had our kinne 11 In Iudaes cities they the maids abus'd By force and so women in Sion us'd 12 The Princes with their hands they hung no grace Nor honour gave they to the Elders face 13 Unto the mill our yong men carried are And children fell under the wood they bare 14 Elders the gates youth did their songs forbeare Gone was our joy our dancings mournings were 15 Now is the crowne falne from our head and woe Be unto us because we'have sinned so 16 For this our hearts do languish and for this Over our eyes a cloudy dimnesse is 17 Because mount Sion desolate doth lye And foxes there do goe at libertie 18 But thou O Lord art ever and thy throne From generation to generation 19 Why should'st thou forget us eternally Or leave us thus long in this misery 20 Restore us Lord to thee that so we may Returne and as of old renew our day 21 For oughtest thou O Lord despise us thus 22 And to be utterly enrag'd at us SATYRES Satyre I. AWay thou fondling motley humorist Leave mee and in this standing woodden chest Consorted with these few bookes let me lye In prison and here be coffin'd when I dye Here are Gods conduits grave Divines and here Natures Secretary the Philosopher And jolly Statesmen which teach how to tie The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie Here gathering Chroniclers and by them stand Giddie fantastique Poëts of each land Shall I leave all this constant company And follow headlong wild uncertaine thee First sweare by thy best love in earnest If thou which lov'st all canst love any best Thou wilt not leave mee in the middle street Though some more spruce companion thou dost meet Not though a Captaine do come in thy way Bright parcell gilt with forty dead mens pay Not though a briske perfum'd piert Courtier Deigne with a nod thy courtesie to answer Nor come a velvet Justice with a long Great traine of blew coats twelve or fourteen strong Wilt thou grin or fawne on him or prepare A speech to Court his beautious sonne and heire For better or worse take mee or leave mee To take and leave mee is adultery Oh monstrous superstitious puritan Of refin'd manners yet ceremoniall man That when thou meet'st one with enquiring eyes Dost search and like a needy broker prize The silke and gold he weares and to that rate So high or low dost raise thy formall hate That wilt consort none untill thou have knowne What lands hee hath in hope or of his owne As though all thy companions should make thee Jointures and marry thy deare company Why should'st thou that dost not onely approve But in ranke it chie lust desire and love The nakednesse and barrennesse to enjoy of thy plumpe muddy whore or prostitute boy Hate vertue though shee be naked and bare At birth and death our bodies naked are And till our Soules be unapparrelled Of bodies they from blisse are banished Mans first blest state was naked when by sinne Hee lost that yet hee was cloath'd but in beasts skin And in this course attire which I now weare With God and with the Muses I conferre But since thou like a contrite penitent Charitably warm'd of thy sinnes dost repent These vanities and giddinesses loe I shut my chamber doore and come le ts goe But sooner may a cheape whore who hath beene Worne by as many severall men in sinne As are black feathers or musk-colour hose Name her childs right true father ' mongst all those Sooner may one guesse who shall beare away The infant of London Heire to an India And sooner may a gulling weather Spie By drawing forth heavens Sceanes tell certainly What fashioned hats or ruffes or suits next yeare Our subtile wittied antique youths will weare Then thou when thou depart'st from mee can show Whither why when or with whom thou wouldst go But how shall I be pardon'd my offence That thus have sinn'd against my conscience Now we are in the street He first of all Improvidently proud creepes to the wall And so imprisoned and hem'd in by mee Sells for a little state high libertie Yet though he cannot skip forth now to greet

and all which from or towards flies Is paid with life or pray or doing dyes Fate grudges us all and doth subtly lay A scourge ' gainst which wee all forget to pray He that at sea prayes for more winde as well Under the poles may begge cold heat in hell What are wee then How little more alas Is man now then before he was he was Nothing for us wee are for nothing fit Chance or our selves still disproportion it Wee have no power no will no sense I lye I should not then thus feele this miserie To Sr Henry Wotton SIr more then kisses letters mingle Soules For thus friends absent speake This ease controules The tediousnesse of my life But for these I could ideate nothing which could please But I should wither in one day and passe To'a botle'of Hay that am a locke of Grasse Life is a voyage and in our lifes wayes Countries Courts Towns are Rockes or Remoraes They breake or stop all ships yet our state 's such That though then pitch they staine worse wee must touch If in the furnace of the raging line Or under th' adverse icy pole thou pine Thou know'st two temperate Regions girded in Dwell there But Oh what refuge canst thou winne Parch'd in the Court and in the country frozen Shall cities built of both extremes be chosen Can dung and garlike be'a perfume or can A Scorpion or Torpedo cure a man Cities are worst of all three of all three O knottie riddle each is worst equally Cities are Sepulchers they who dwell there Are carcases as if no such they were And Courts are Theaters where some men play Princes some slaves all to one end and of one clay The Country is a desert where no good Gain'd as habits not borne is understood There men become beasts and prone to more evils In cities blockes and in a lewd court devills As in the first Chaos confusedly Each elements qualities were in the'other three So pride lust covetize being severall To these three places yet all are in all And mingled thus their issue incestuous Falshood is denizon'd Virtue is barbarous Let no man say there Virtues flintie wall Shall locke vice in mee I 'll do none but know all Men are spunges which to poure out receive Who know false play rather then lose deceive For in best understandings sinne beganne Angels sinn'd first then Devills and then man Onely perchance beasts sinne not wretched wee Are beasts in all but white integritie I thinke if men which in these places live Durst looke in themselves and themselves retrive They would like strangers greet themselves seeing then Utopian youth growne old Italian Be thou thine owne home and in thy selfe dwell Inne any where continuance maketh hell And seeing the snaile which every where doth rome Carrying his owne house still still is at home Follow for he is easie pac'd this snaile Bee thine owne Palace or the world 's thy goale And in the worlds sea do not like corke sleepe Upon the waters face nor in the deepe Sinke like a lead without a line but as Fishes glide leaving no print where they passe Nor making sound so closely thy course goe Let men dispute whether thou breath or no Onely'in this one thing be no Galenist To make Courts hot ambitions wholesome do not take A dramme of Countries dulnesse do not adde Correctives but as chymiques purge the bad But Sir I advise not you I rather doe Say o'er those lessons which I learn'd of you Whom free from German schismes and lightnesse Of France and faire Italies faithlesnesse Having from these suck'd all they had of worth And brought home that faith which you carried forth I throughly love But if my selfe I'have wonne To know my rules I have and you have DONNE The Crosse SInce Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe dare I His image th' image of his Crosse deny Would I have profit by the sacrifice And dare the chosen Altar to despise It bore all other sinnes but is it fit That it should beare the sinne of scorning it Who from the picture would avert his eye How would he flye his paines who there did dye From mee no Pulpit nor misgrounded law Nor scandall taken shall this Crosse withdraw It shall not for it cannot for the losse Of this Crosse were to mee another Crosse Better were worse for no affliction No Crosse is so extreme as to have none Who can blot out the Crosse which th' instrument Of God dew'd on mee in the Sacrament Who can deny mee power and liberty To stretch mine armes and mine owne Crosse to be Swimme and at every stroake thou art thy Crosse The Mast and yard make one where seas do tosse Looke downe thou spiest out Crosses in small things Looke up thou seest birds rais'd on crossed wings All the Globes frame and spheares is nothing else But the Meridians crossing Parallels Materiall Crosses then good physicke bee But yet spirituall have chiefe dignity These for extracted chimique medicine serve And cure much better and as well preserve Then are you your own physicke or need none When Still'd or purg'd by tribulation For when that Crosse ungrudg'd unto you stickes Then are you to your selfe a Crucifixe As perchance Carvers do not faces make But that away which hid them there do take Let Crosses soe take what hid Christ in thee And be his image or not his but hee But as oft Alchimists doe coyners prove So may a selfe-dispising get selfe-love And then as worst surfets of best meates bee Soe is pride issued from humility For 't is no child but monster therefore Crosse Your joy in crosses else 't is double losse And crosse thy senses else both they and thou Must perish soone and to destruction bowe For if the'eye seeke good objects and will take No crosse from bad wee cannot scape a snake So with harsh hard sowre stinking crosse the rest Make them indifferent call nothing best But most the eye needs crossing that can rome And move To th' other th' objects must come home And crosse thy heart for that in man alone Pants downewards and hath palpitation Crosse those dejections when it downeward tends And when it to forbidden heights pretends And as the braine through bony walls doth vent By sutures which a Crosses forme present So when thy braine workes ere thou utter it Crosse and correct concupiscence of witt Be covetous of Crosses let none fall Crosse no man else but crosse thy selfe in all Then doth the Crosse of Christ worke faithfully Within our hearts when wee love harmlesly The Crosses pictures much and with more care That Crosses children which our Crosses are Elegie on the Lady Marckham MAn is the World and death th' Ocean To which God gives the lower parts of man This Sea invirons all and though as yet God hath set markes and bounds twixt us and it Yet doth it rore and gnaw and still pretend And breaks our banke when ere it takes a friend Then