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A69225
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Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death
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Donne, John, 1572-1631.
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elemented them shall stay And though diffus'd and spread in infinite Shall recollect and in one All unite So madame as her Soule to heaven is fled Her flesh rests in the earth as in the bed Her vertues do as to their proper spheare Returne to dwell with you of whom they were As perfect motions are all circular So they to you their sea whence lesse streames are Shee was all spices you all metalls so In you two wee did both rich Indies know And as no fire nor rust can spend or waste One dramme of gold but what was first shall last Though it bee forc'd in water earth salt aire Expans'd in infinite none will impaire So to your selfe you may additions take But nothing can you lesse or changed make Seeke not in seeking new to seeme to doubt That you can can match her or not be without But let some faithfull booke in her roome be Yet but of Iudith no such booke as shee Elegie TO make the doubt cleare that no woman's true Was it my fate to prove it strong in you Thought I but one had breathed purest aire And must she needs be false because she 's faire Is it your beauties marke or of your youth Or your perfection not to study truth Or thinke you heaven is deafe or hath no eyes Or those it hath smile at your perjuries Are vowes so cheape with women or the matter Whereof they are made that they are writ in water And blowne away with winde Or doth their breath Both hot and cold at once make life and death Who could have thought so many accents sweet Form'd into words so many sighs should meete As from our hearts so many oathes and teares Sprinkled among all sweeter by our feares And the divine impression of stolne kisses That seal'd the rest should now prove empty blisses Did you draw bonds to forfet signe to breake Or must we reade you quite from what you speake And finde the truth out the wrong way or must Hee first desire you false would wish you just O I prophane though most of women be This kinde of beast my thought shall except thee My dearest Love though froward jealousie With circumstance might urge thy'inconstancie Sooner I 'll thinke the Sunne will cease to cheare The teeming earth and that forget to beare Sooner that rivers will runne back or Thames With ribs of Ice in June would bind his streames Or Nature by whose strength the world endures Would change her course before you alter yours But O that treacherous breast to whom weake you Did trust our Counsells and wee both may rue Having his falshood found too late 't was hee That made me cast you guilty and you me Whilst he black wrech betray'd each simple word Wee spake unto the cunning of a third Curst may hee be that so our love hath slaine And wander on the earth wretched as Cain Wretched as hee and not deserve least pitty In plaguing him let misery be witty Let all eyes shunne him and hee shunne each eye Till hee be noysome as his infamie May he without remorse deny God thrice And not be trusted more on his Soules price And after all selfe torment when hee dyes May Wolves teare out his heart Vultures his eyes Swine eate his bowels and his falser tongue That utter'd all be to some Raven flung And let his carrion coarse be a longer feast To the Kings dogges then any other beast Now have I curst let us our love revive In mee the flame was never more alive I could beginne againe to court and praise And in that pleasure lengthen the short dayes Of my lifes lease like Painters that do take Delight not in made worke but whiles they make I could renew those times when first I saw Love in your eyes that gave my tongue the law To like what you lik'd and at maskes and playes Commend the selfe same Actors the same wayes Aske how you did and often with intent Of being officious be impertinent All which were such soft pastimes as in these Love was as subtilly catch'd as a disease But being got it is a treasure sweet Which to defend is harder then to get And ought not be prophan'd on either part For though 't is got by chance 't is kept by art NO Lover saith I love nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover Hee thinkes that else none can or will agree That any loves but hee I cannot say I lov'd for who can say Hee was kill'd yesterday Love with excesse of heat more yong then old Death kills with too much cold Wee dye but once and who lov'd last did die Hee that saith twice doth lye For though hee seeme to move and stirre a while It doth the sense beguile Such life is like the light which bideth yet When the lifes light is set Or like the heat which fire in solid matter Leaves behinde two houres after Once I love and dyed and am now become Mine Epitaph and Tombe Here dead men speake their last and so do I Love-slaine loe here I dye A Hymne to Christ at the Authors last going into Germany IN what torne ship soever I embarke That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke What sea soever swallow mee that flood Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face yet through that maske I know those eyes Which though they turne away sometimes They never will despise I sacrifice this Iland unto thee And all whom I lov'd there and who lov'd mee When I have put our seas twixt them and mee Put thou thy seas betwixt my sinnes and thee As the trees sap doth seeke the root below In winter in my winter now I goe Where none but thee th' Eternall root Of true Love I may know Nor thou nor thy religion dost controule The amorousnesse of an harmonious Soule But thou would'st have that love thy selfe As thou Art jealous Lord so I am jealous now Thou lov'st not till from loving more thou free My soule Who ever gives takes libertie O if thou car'st not whom I love Alas thou lov'st not mee Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All On whom those fainter beames of love did fall Marry those loves which in youth scattered bee On Fame Wit Hopes false mistresses to thee Churches are best for Prayer that have least light To see God only I goe out of sight And to scape stormy dayes I chuse An Everlasting night The Lamentations of Ieremy for the most part according to Tremelius CHAP. I. 1 HOw sits this citie late most populous Thus solitary and like a widdow thus Amplest of Nations Queene of Provinces She was who now thus tributary is 2 Still in the night shee weepes and her teares fall Downe by her cheekes along and none of all Her lovers comfort her Perfidiously Her friends have dealt and now are enemie 3 Unto great bondage and afflictions Juda is captive led Those nations
With whom shee dwells no place of rest afford In streights shee meets her Persecutors sword 4 Emptie are the gates of Sion and her waies Mourne because none come to her solemne dayes Her Priests doe groane her maides are comfortlesse And shee 's unto her selfe a bitternesse 5 Her foes are growne her head and live at Peace Because when her transgressions did increase The Lord strooke her with sadnesse Th' enemie Doth drive her children to captivitie 6 From Sions daughter is all beauty gone Like Harts which seeke for Pasture and find none Her Princes are and now before the foe Which still pursues them without strength they go 7 Now in their daies of Teares Jerusalem Her men slaine by the foe none succouring them Remembers what of old shee esteemed most Whiles her foes laugh at her for what she hath lost 8 Jerusalem hath sinn'd therefore is shee Remov'd as women in uncleannesse bee Who honor'd scorne her for her foulnesse they Have seene her selfe doth groane and turne away 9 Her foulnesse in her skirts was seene yet she Remembred not her end Miraculously Therefore shee fell none comforting Behold O Lord my affliction for the Foe growes bold 10 Upon all things where her delight hath beene The foe hath stretch'd his hand for shee hath seene Heathen whom thou command'st should not doe so Into her holy Sanctuary goe 11 And all her people groane and seeke for bread And they have given only to be fed All precious things wherein their pleasure lay How cheape I'am growne O Lord behold and weigh 12 All this concernes not you who passe by mee O see and marke if any sorrow bee Like to my sorrow which Jehova hath Done to mee in the day of his fierce wrath 13 That fire which by himselfe is governed He hath cast from heaven on my bones and spred A net before my feet and mee o'rthrowne And made me languish all the day alone 14 His hand hath of my sinnes framed a yoake Which wreath'd and cast upon my neck hath broke My strength The Lord unto those enemies Hath given mee from whence I cannot rise 15 He under foot hath troden in my sight My strong men He did company invite To breake my young men he the winepresse hath Trod upon Juda's daughter in his wrath 16 For these things doe I weepe mine eye mine eye Casts water out For he which should be nigh To comfort mee is now departed farre The foe prevailes forlorne my children are 17 There 's none though Sion do stretch out her hand To comfort her it is the Lords command That Iacobs foes girt him Ierusalem Is as an uncleane woman amongst them 18 But yet the Lord is just and righteous still I have rebell'd against his holy will O heare all people and my sorrow see My maides my young men in captivitie 19 I called for my lovers then but they Deceiv'd mee and my Priests and Elders lay Dead in the citie for they sought for meat Which should refresh their soules they could not get 20 Because I am in streights Iehova see My heart return'd my bowells muddy bee Because I have rebell'd so much as fast The sword without as death within doth wast 21 Of all which heare I mourne none comforts mee My foes have heard my griefe and glad they be That thou hast done it But thy promis'd day Will come when as I suffer so shall they 22 Let all their wickednesse appeare to thee Doe unto them as thou hast done to mee For all my sinnes The sighs which I have had Are very many and my heart is sad CHAP. II. 1 HOw over Sions daughter hath God hung His wraths thicke cloud and from heaven hath flung To earth the beauty of Israel and hath Forgot his foot-stoole in the day of wrath 2 The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed All Jacobs dwellings and demolished To ground the strengths of Iuda and prophan'd The Princes of the Kingdome and the land 3 In heat of wrath the horne of Israel hee Hath cleane cut off and lest the enemie Be hindred his right hand he doth retire But is towards Iacob All-devouring fire 4 Like to an enemie he bent his bow His right hand was in posture of a foe To kill what Sions daughter did desire ' Gainst whom his wrath he poured forth like fire 5 For like an enemie Iehova is Devouring Israel and his Palaces Destroying holds giving additions To Iuda's daughters lamentations 6 Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downe The place where was his congregation And Sions feasts and sabbaths are forgot Her King her Priest his wrath regardeth not 7 The Lord forsakes his Altar and detests His Sanctuary and in the foes hands rests Palace and the walls in which their cries Are heard as in the true solemnities 8 The Lord hath cast a line so to confound And levell Sions walls unto the ground He drawes not back his hand which doth oreturne The wall and Rampart which together mourne 9 Their gates are sunke into the ground and hee Hath broke the barre their King and Princes bee Amongst the heathen without law nor there Unto their Prophets doth the Lord appeare 10 There Sions Elders on the ground are plac'd And silence keepe Dust on their heads they cast In sack cloth have they girt themselves and low The Virgins towards ground their heads do throw 11 My bowells are growne muddy and mine eyes Are faint with weeping and my liver lies Pour'd out upon the ground for miserie That sucking children in the streets doe die 12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers where Shall we have bread and drinke they fainted there And in the street like wounded persons lay Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away 13 Daughter Ierusalem Oh what may bee A witnesse or comparison for thee Sion to case thee what shall I name like thee Thy breach is like the sea what help can bee 14 For the vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought Thee thine iniquities they have not taught Which might disturne thy bondage but for thee False burthens and false causes they would see 15 The passengers doe clap their hands and hisse And wag their head at thee and say Is this That citie which so many men did call Joy of the earth and perfectest of all 16 Thy foes doe gape upon thee and they hisse And gnash their teeth and say Devoure wee this For this is certainly the day which wee Expected and which now we finde and see 17 The Lord hath done that which he purposed Fulfill'd his word of old determined He hath throwne downe and not spar'd and thy foe Made glad above thee and advanc'd him so 18 But now their hearts against the Lord do call Therefore O walls of Sion let teares fall Downe like a river day and night take thee No rest but let thine eye incessant be 19 Arise cry in the night poure for thy sinnes Thy heart like water when the watch begins Lift up thy hands to God