He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
John DonneO! I shall soon despair, when I shall see
That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,
And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
Tags: religion conflict crisis-of-faith
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where I begun.
زیرا من همه آن چیزهای مردهام.
آنکه در او عشق کیمیای جدیدی آفرید.
زیرا هنرش براستی
عصارهی نیستی را بیان میکرد،
از دل محرومیتهای ملالآور و پوچی نزار:
او مرا تباه کرد، و من باز زاده شدم
از دل غیبت، تاریکی، مرگ؛ چیزهایی که نیستند.
As virtuous men pass mildly away
And whisper to their souls, to goe,
While some of their friends doe say,
The breath goes now, and some say, no:
So let us melt, and make no noise...
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 Poets of each land.
Shall I leave all this constant company,
And follow headlong, wild uncertaine thee?
Tags: satyre
BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."
She's all states, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus ;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.
Tags: the-sun-rising
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love
John DonneTags: love
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
John DonneNo man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
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