The Canonization

John Donne

1572 to 1631

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

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