XLV. JOHN WEBSTER. ? CORNELIA'S SONG. ALL for the robin-red-breast and the wren, CALL Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And, when gay tombs are robbed, sustain no harm; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again. Let holy church receive him duly, Since he paid the church tithes truly. XLVI. JOHN DONNE, 1573-1631. THE MESSAGE. END home my long-strayed eyes to me, But if there they have learnt such ill, Such forced fashions And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, To make jestings Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, 0 And may laugh and joy when thou And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou dost now. XLVII. VALEDICTION, FORBIDDING MOURNING. S virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go; So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of the earth brings harms and fears, But trepidations of the spheres, Though greater far, are innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit Absence; for that it doth remove Those things which elemented it. But we, by a love so far refined, That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assured of the mind, Careless, eyes, lips, and hands to miss. Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if the other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like the other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circles just, And makes me end where I begun. XLVIII. A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. VILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, WILT Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun I fear no more. |