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Men call you fayre

by Edmund Spenser

0.6015 + 0.6883i

Drawing the boundary…

Batter my heart, three-person'd God

by John Donne

0.6545 + 0.7264i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Men call you fayre

by Edmund Spenser

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,
  For that your seife ye dayly such doe see:
      but the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,
   and vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.
For all the rest, how euer fayre it be,
   shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew:
   but onely that is permanent and free
   from frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew
That is true beautie: that doth argue you
   to be diuine and borne of heauenly seed:
   deriu’d from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true
   and perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made,
   all other fayre lyke flowers vntymely fade.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God

by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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