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Songs and Sonnets
The Canonization

by John Donne

For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love, 
      Or chide my palsie, or my gout, 
My five gray haires, or ruin'd fortune flout, 
   With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve 
      Take you a course, get you a place, 
      Observe his honour, or his grace, 
Or the Kings reall, or his stamped face 
   Contemplate, what you will, approve, 
   So you will let me love. 

Alas, alas, who's injur'd by my love? 
   What merchants ships have my sighs drown'd? 
Who saies my teares have overflow'd his ground? 
   When did my colds a forward spring remove? 
      When did the heats which my veines fill 
      Adde one more, to the plaguie Bill? 
Soldiers finde warres, and Lawyers finde out still 
   Litigious men, which quarrels move, 
   Though she and I do love. 

Call us what you will, wee are made such by love; 
   Call her one, mee another flye, 
We'are Tapers too, and at our owne cost die, 
   And wee in us finde the'Eagle and the dove, 
      The Phoenix ridle hath more wit 
      By us, we two being one, are it. 
So, to one neutrall thing both sexes fit. 
   Wee dye and rise the same, and prove 
   Mysterious by this love. 

Wee can dye by it, if not live by love, 
   And if unfit for tombes and hearse 
Our legends bee, it will be fit for verse; 
   And if no peece of Chronicle wee prove, 
      We'll build in sonnets pretty roomes; 
      As well a well wrought urne becomes 
The greatest ashes, as halfe-acre tombes, 
   And by these hymnes, all shall approve 
   Us Canoniz'd for Love. 

And thus invoke us; You whom reverend love 
   Made one anothers hermitage; 
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage, 
   Who did the whole worlds soule contract, & drove 
      Into the glasses of your eyes 
      So made such mirrors, and such spies, 
That they did all to you epitomize, 
   Countries, Townes, Courts: Beg frow above 
   A patterne of our love.
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