JO H N DO NNE ’ S P O EMS Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with

me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
The Good-Morrow
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? She's all states, and all princes, I,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Nothing else is.
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? Princes do but play us; compared to this,
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
If ever any beauty I did see, Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of In that the world's contracted thus.
thee. Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming
And now good-morrow to our waking souls, us.
Which watch not one another out of fear; Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
For love, all love of other sights controls, This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Song: Go and catch a falling star
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Go and catch a falling star,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is Get with child a mandrake root,
one. Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Or to keep off envy's stinging,
Where can we find two better hemispheres, And find
Without sharp north, without declining west? What wind
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; Serves to advance an honest mind.
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
The Sun Rising
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Why dost thou thus,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
All strange wonders that befell thee,
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
And swear,
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
No where
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Lives a woman true, and fair.
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of
Yet do not, I would not go,
time.
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
And last, till you write your letter,
Why shouldst thou think?
Yet she
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
Will be
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
 The Canonization (So made such mirrors, and such spies,
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, That they did all to you epitomize)
Or chide my palsy, or my gout, Countries, towns, courts: beg from above
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout, A pattern of your love!"
With wealth your state, your mind with arts
improve, A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
Take you a course, get you a place, As virtuous men pass mildly away,
Observe his honor, or his grace, And whisper to their souls to go,
Or the king's real, or his stampèd face Whilst some of their sad friends do say
Contemplate; what you will, approve, The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So you will let me love.
So let us melt, and make no noise,
Alas, alas, who's injured by my love? No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
What merchant's ships have my sighs 'Twere profanation of our joys
drowned? To tell the laity our love.
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
remove? Men reckon what it did, and meant;
When did the heats which my veins fill But trepidation of the spheres,
Add one more to the plaguy bill? Though greater far, is innocent.
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move, Dull sublunary lovers' love
Though she and I do love. (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Call us what you will, we are made such by love; Those things which elemented it.
Call her one, me another fly,
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die, But we by a love so much refined,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove. That our selves know not what it is,
The phœnix riddle hath more wit Inter-assured of the mind,
By us; we two being one, are it. Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Mysterious by this love. Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
We can die by it, if not live by love, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; If they be two, they are two so
And if no piece of chronicle we prove, As stiff twin compasses are two;
We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
As well a well-wrought urn becomes To move, but doth, if the other do.
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve And though it in the center sit,
Us canonized for Love. Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love And grows erect, as that comes home.
Made one another's hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage; Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
drove Thy firmness makes my circle just,
Into the glasses of your eyes And makes me end where I begun.
 The Apparition And, having done that, thou hast done;
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead I fear no more.
And that thou think'st thee free Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see; Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink, For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Thou call'st for more, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must
And in false sleep will from thee shrink; flow,
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
A verier ghost than I. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate
What I will say, I will not tell thee now, men,
Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
Than by my threat'nings rest still innocent. And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
A Hymn to God the Father And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-
Which was my sin, though it were done person'd God
before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run, Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
And do run still, though still I do deplore? As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to
When thou hast done, thou hast not mend;
done, That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
For I have more. Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won new.
Others to sin, and made my sin their door? I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score? Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
When thou hast done, thou hast not But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
done, Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
For I have more. But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore; Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.