The Canonization

John Donne

1572 to 1631

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We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Into the glasses of your eyes
Us canonized for Love.
Or the king's real, or his stampèd face
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Mysterious by this love.
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,
Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
That they did all to you epitomize)
Though she and I do love.
Call her one, me another fly,
Take you a course, get you a place,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
We die and rise the same, and prove
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Observe his honor, or his grace,
We can die by it, if not live by love,
Made one another's hermitage;
When did the heats which my veins fill
Countries, towns, courts: beg from above
So you will let me love.
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
A pattern of your love!
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
By us; we two being one, are it.
What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned?
And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love

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