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Kind pity chokes my spleen brave scorn forbids	A
Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids	A
I must not laugh nor weep sins and be wise	B
Can railing then cure these worn maladies	C
Is not our mistress fair Religion	D
As worthy of all our souls' devotion	D
As virtue was in the first blinded age	E
Are not heaven's joys as valiant to assuage	E
Lusts as earth's honour was to them Alas	F
As we do them in means shall they surpass	F
Us in the end and shall thy father's spirit	G
Meet blind philosophers in heaven whose merit	G
Of strict life may be imputed faith and hear	H
Thee whom he taught so easy ways and near	I
To follow damn'd Oh if thou dar'st fear this	J
This fear great courage and high valour is	K
Dar'st thou aid mutinous Dutch and dar'st thou lay	L
Thee in ships' wooden sepulchres a prey	L
To leaders' rage to storms to shot to dearth	M
Dar'st thou dive seas and dungeons of the earth	M
Hast thou courageous fire to thaw the ice	N
Of frozen North discoveries and thrice	N
Colder than salamanders like divine	O
Children in th' oven fires of Spain and the Line	O
Whose countries limbecs to our bodies be	P
Canst thou for gain bear and must every he	P
Which cries not 'Goddess ' to thy mistress draw	Q
Or eat thy poisonous words Courage of straw	Q
O desperate coward wilt thou seem bold and	R
To thy foes and his who made thee to stand	S
Sentinel in his world's garrison thus yield	T
And for forbidden wars leave th' appointed field	T
Know thy foes the foul devil whom thou	U
Strivest to please for hate not love would allow	U
Thee fain his whole realm to be quit and as	V
The world's all parts wither away and pass	F
So the world's self thy other lov'd foe is	K
In her decrepit wane and thou loving this	J
Dost love a wither'd and worn strumpet last	W
Flesh itself's death and joys which flesh can taste	X
Thou lovest and thy fair goodly soul which doth	Y
Give this flesh power to taste joy thou dost loathe	Z
Seek true religion O where Mirreus	J
Thinking her unhous'd here and fled from us	J
Seeks her at Rome there because he doth know	A2
That she was there a thousand years ago	A2
He loves her rags so as we here obey	L
The statecloth where the prince sate yesterday	L
Crantz to such brave loves will not be enthrall'd	B2
But loves her only who at Geneva is call'd	B2
Religion plain simple sullen young	C2
Contemptuous yet unhandsome as among	C2
Lecherous humours there is one that judges	J
No wenches wholesome but coarse country drudges	J
Graius stays still at home here and because	J
Some preachers vile ambitious bawds and laws	J
Still new like fashions bid him think that she	P
Which dwells with us is only perfect he	P
Embraceth her whom his godfathers will	D2
Tender to him being tender as wards still	D2
Take such wives as their guardians offer or	E2
Pay values Careless Phrygius doth abhor	E2
All because all cannot be good as one	D
Knowing some women whores dares marry none	D
Graccus loves all as one and thinks that so	J
As women do in divers countries go	J
In divers habits yet are still one kind	F2
So doth so is Religion and this blind	F2
ness too much light breeds but unmoved thou	U
Of force must one and forc'd but one allow	U
And the right ask thy father which is she	P
Let him ask his though truth and falsehood be	P
Near twins yet truth a little elder is	J
Be busy to seek her believe me this	J
He's not of none nor worst that seeks the best	G2
To adore or scorn an image or protest	G2
May all be bad doubt wisely in strange way	L
To stand inquiring right is not to stray	L
To sleep or run wrong is On a huge hill	D2
Cragged and steep Truth stands and he that will	D2
Reach her about must and about must go	J
And what the hill's suddenness resists win so	J
Yet strive so that before age death's twilight	H2
Thy soul rest for none can work in that night	H2
To will implies delay therefore now do	I2
Hard deeds the body's pains hard knowledge too	I2
The mind's endeavours reach and mysteries	J
Are like the sun dazzling yet plain to all eyes	J
Keep the truth which thou hast found men do not stand	S
In so ill case that God hath with his hand	S
Sign'd kings' blank charters to kill whom they hate	J2
Nor are they vicars but hangmen to fate	J2
Fool and wretch wilt thou let thy soul be tied	K2
To man's laws by which she shall not be tried	K2
At the last day Oh will it then boot thee	P
To say a Philip or a Gregory	P
A Harry or a Martin taught thee this	J
Is not this excuse for mere contraries	J
Equally strong Cannot both sides say so	J
That thou mayest rightly obey power her bounds know	J
Those past her nature and name is chang'd to be	P
Then humble to her is idolatry	P
As streams are power is those blest flowers that dwell	L2
At the rough stream's calm head thrive and do well	L2
But having left their roots and themselves given	D
To the stream's tyrannous rage alas are driven	D
Through mills and rocks and woods and at last almost	M2
Consum'd in going in the sea are lost	N2
So perish souls which more choose men's unjust	O2
Power from God claim'd than God himself to trust	O2

John Donne

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