Why doth the devil then usurp on me? Why doth he steal, nay, ravish, that's thy right? 10 Except thou rise, and for thine own work fight, [me, Oh! I shall soon despair, when I shall see 111. OH! might these sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes which I have spent, That I might, in this holy discontent, Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vain? In mine idolatry what show'rs of rain 14 Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent? That suffrance was my sin I now repent; 'Cause I did suffer, I must suffer pain. Th' hydroptic drunkard, and night-scouting thief, Have th' remembrance of past joys for relief IV. On my black soul! now thou art summoned By Sickness, Death's herald and champion, Thou 'rt like a pilgrim which abroad hath done 10 14 Treason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled; 10 14 V. I AM a little world, made cunningly Of elements and an angelic spright; But black sin hath betray'd to endless night My world's both parts, and (oh!) both parts must die. 10 VI. THIS is my play's last scene; here Heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last smile; and my race, Idly yet quickly run, hath this last pace, So fall my sins, that all may have their right, For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil. VII. 10 14 Ar the round earth's imagin'd corners blow Your trumpets, Angels! and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom th' flood did, and fire shall, overthrow; All whom war, death, age, ague's tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain; and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord! and me mourn a space; For if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace When we are there. Here on this holy ground Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if thou hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood. VIII. Ir faithful souls be alike glorify'd As angels, then my father's soul doth see, And adds this ev'n to full felicity, That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstride; But if our minds to these souls be descry'd Apparent in us not immediately, 14 How shall my mind's white truth by them be try'd? They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn, And stile blasphemous conjurers to call On Jesus' name, and Pharisaical Dissemblers feign devotion.. Then turn, IX. Ir poisonous minerals, and if that tree Whose fruit threw death on (else immortal) us; Donne.] O ij To God, in his stern wrath why threatens he? X. DEATH! be not proud, tho' some have called thee 10 34 For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow 10 [men, Thou'rt slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate And dost with poison, war, and sickness, dwell, And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou, then? One short sleep past we wake, eternally; And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. 14 XI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side, |