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When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone	A
Whom all do celebrate who know they have one	B
For who is sure he hath a soul unless	C
It see and judge and follow worthiness	D
And by deeds praise it He who doth not this	D
May lodge an inmate soul but 'tis not his	E
When that queen ended here her progress time	F
And as t'her standing house to heaven did climb	F
Where loath to make the saints attend her long	G
She's now a part both of the choir and song	G
This world in that great earthquake languished	H
For in a common bath of tears it bled	I
Which drew the strongest vital spirits out	J
But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt	J
Whether the world did lose or gain in this	D
Because since now no other way there is	E
But goodness to see her whom all would see	K
All must endeavour to be good as she	K
This great consumption to a fever turn'd	L
And so the world had fits it joy'd it mourn'd	M
And as men think that agues physic are	N
And th' ague being spent give over care	O
So thou sick world mistak'st thy self to be	K
Well when alas thou'rt in a lethargy	K
Her death did wound and tame thee then and then	P
Thou might'st have better spar'd the sun or man	Q
That wound was deep but 'tis more misery	K
That thou hast lost thy sense and memory	K
'Twas heavy then to hear thy voice of moan	R
But this is worse that thou art speechless grown	R
Thou hast forgot thy name thou hadst thou wast	M
Nothing but she and her thou hast o'erpast	M
For as a child kept from the font until	S
A prince expected long come to fulfill	S
The ceremonies thou unnam'd had'st laid	M
Had not her coming thee her palace made	M
Her name defin'd thee gave thee form and frame	T
And thou forget'st to celebrate thy name	T
Some months she hath been dead but being dead	M
Measures of times are all determined	M
But long she'ath been away long long yet none	B
Offers to tell us who it is that's gone	A
But as in states doubtful of future heirs	U
When sickness without remedy impairs	U
The present prince they're loath it should be said	M
'The prince doth languish ' or 'The prince is dead '	V
So mankind feeling now a general thaw	W
A strong example gone equal to law	W
The cement which did faithfully compact	M
And glue all virtues now resolv'd and slack'd	M
Thought it some blasphemy to say sh'was dead	M
Or that our weakness was discovered	M
In that confession therefore spoke no more	X
Than tongues the soul being gone the loss deplore	X
But though it be too late to succour thee	K
Sick world yea dead yea putrified since she	K
Thy' intrinsic balm and thy preservative	Y
Can never be renew'd thou never live	Z
I since no man can make thee live will try	A2
What we may gain by thy anatomy	K
Her death hath taught us dearly that thou art	M
Corrupt and mortal in thy purest part	M
Let no man say the world itself being dead	M
'Tis labour lost to have discovered	M
The world's infirmities since there is none	B
Alive to study this dissection	B
For there's a kind of world remaining still	S
Though she which did inanimate and fill	S
The world be gone yet in this last long night	M
Her ghost doth walk that is a glimmering light	M
A faint weak love of virtue and of good	M
Reflects from her on them which understood	M
Her worth and though she have shut in all day	M
The twilight of her memory doth stay	M
Which from the carcass of the old world free	K
Creates a new world and new creatures be	K
Produc'd The matter and the stuff of this	D
Her virtue and the form our practice is	E
And though to be thus elemented arm	B2
These creatures from home born intrinsic harm	B2
For all assum'd unto this dignity	K
So many weedless paradises be	K
Which of themselves produce no venomous sin	C2
Except some foreign serpent bring it in	C2
Yet because outward storms the strongest break	D2
And strength itself by confidence grows weak	E2
This new world may be safer being told	M
The dangers and diseases of the old	M
For with due temper men do then forgo	F2
Or covet things when they their true worth know	F2
There is no health physicians say that we	K
At best enjoy but a neutrality	K
And can there be worse sickness than to know	F2
That we are never well nor can be so	F2
We are born ruinous poor mothers cry	A2
That children come not right nor orderly	K
Except they headlong come and fall upon	G2
An ominous precipitation	B
How witty's ruin how importunate	K
Upon mankind It labour'd to frustrate	K
Even God's purpose and made woman sent	K
For man's relief cause of his languishment	K
They were to good ends and they are so still	S
But accessory and principal in ill	S
For that first marriage was our funeral	H2
One woman at one blow then kill'd us all	I2
And singly one by one they kill us now	J2
We do delightfully our selves allow	J2
To that consumption and profusely blind	K
We kill our selves to propagate our kind	K
And yet we do not that we are not men	P
There is not now that mankind which was then	P
When as the sun and man did seem to strive	Z
Joint tenants of the world who should survive	Z
When stag and raven and the long liv'd tree	K
Compar'd with man died in minority	K
When if a slow pac'd star had stol'n away	M
From the observer's marking he might stay	M
Two or three hundred years to see't again	P
And then make up his observation plain	K2
When as the age was long the size was great	K
Man's growth confess'd and recompens'd the meat	K
So spacious and large that every soul	L2
Did a fair kingdom and large realm control	L2
And when the very stature thus erect	K
Did that soul a good way towards heaven direct	K
Where is this mankind now Who lives to age	M2
Fit to be made Methusalem his page	M2
Alas we scarce live long enough to try	A2
Whether a true made clock run right or lie	A2
Old grandsires talk of yesterday with sorrow	F2
And for our children we reserve tomorrow	F2
So short is life that every peasant strives	N2
In a torn house or field to have three lives	O2
And as in lasting so in length is man	Q
Contracted to an inch who was a span	Q
For had a man at first in forests stray'd	K
Or shipwrack'd in the sea one would have laid	K
A wager that an elephant or whale	P2
That met him would not hastily assail	P2
A thing so equall to him now alas	Q2
The fairies and the pigmies well may pass	Q2
As credible mankind decays so soon	R2
We'are scarce our fathers' shadows cast at noon	R2
Only death adds t'our length nor are we grown	R
In stature to be men till we are none	B
But this were light did our less volume hold	K
All the old text or had we chang'd to gold	K
Their silver or dispos'd into less glass	Q2
Spirits of virtue which then scatter'd was	S2
But 'tis not so w'are not retir'd but damp'd	K
And as our bodies so our minds are cramp'd	K
'Tis shrinking not close weaving that hath thus	T2
In mind and body both bedwarfed us	T2
We seem ambitious God's whole work t'undo	K
Of nothing he made us and we strive too	K
To bring our selves to nothing back and we	K
Do what we can to do't so soon as he	K
With new diseases on our selves we war	X
And with new physic a worse engine far	N
Thus man this world's vice emperor in whom	U2
All faculties all graces are at home	V2
And if in other creatures they appear	W2
They're but man's ministers and legates there	O
To work on their rebellions and reduce	X2
Them to civility and to man's use	X2
This man whom God did woo and loath t'attend	K
Till man came up did down to man descend	K
This man so great that all that is is his	E
O what a trifle and poor thing he is	E
If man were anything he's nothing now	J2
Help or at least some time to waste allow	J2
T'his other wants yet when he did depart	K
With her whom we lament he lost his heart	K
She of whom th'ancients seem'd to prophesy	E
When they call'd virtues by the name of she	K
She in whom virtue was so much refin'd	K
That for alloy unto s	E

John Donne

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