The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not easily understood, they may be read again. On a round ball A workman, that hath copies by, can lay And quickly make that which was nothing all. Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, This world, by waters sent from thee my heaven On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out- Confusion worse confounded. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, They unto one another nothing owe. DONNE. Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope? Though God be our true glass through which we see Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive Deeds of good men; for by their living here, Who Who would imagine it possible that in a very few lines so many remote ideas could be brought together? Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve, Why this reprieve? Why doth my she advowson fly To sell thyself dost thou intend And hold the contrast thus in doubt, Think but how soon the market fails, The sober Julian were th' account of man, Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian. CLEIVELAND. OF enormous and disgusting hyperboles, these may be examples: By every wind that comes this way, Send me at least a sigh or two, Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves make winds to get to you. In tears I'll waste these eyes, By Love so vainly fed; COWLEY. So lust of old the Deluge punished. COWLEY. All arm'd in brass, the richest dress of war, COWLEY. An universal consternation: His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws Beasts creep into their dens, and tremble there; Echo itself dares scarce repeat the sound. COWLEY. THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural. Of his Mistress bathing. The fish around her crowded, as they do To the false light that treacherous fishers shew, As she at first took me ; For ne'er did light so clear Among the waves appear, Though every night the sun himself set there. COWLEY. The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass : My name engrav'd herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass; Which, ever since that charm, hath been DONNE. THEIR conceits were sentiments slight and trifling. On an inconstant woman: He enjoys the calmy sunshine now, And no breath stirring hears, In the clear heaven of thy brow, No smallest cloud appears. He He sees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trusts the faithless April of thy May. COWLEY. Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire: Nothing yet in thee is seen, But when a genial heat warms thee within, Here spouts a V, and there a T, COWLEY. As they sought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allusions were to things high or low, elegant or gross: whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little. Physick and Chirurgery for a Lover. The wound, which you yourself have made; The World and a Clock. COWLEY. Mahol th' inferior world's fantastic face COWLEY. A coal A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but, that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has ralleled it with the Sun: The moderate value of our guiltless ore Had he our pits, the Persian would admire The sun's heaven's coalery, and coals our sun. Death, a Voyage: No family E'er rigg'd a soul for Heaven's discovery, pa DONNE. THEIR thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly absurd, and such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding. A Lover neither dead nor alive: Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, Ah, |