Module in English American Literature
Module in English American Literature
Module in English American Literature
Literature
Topics
1. Cædmon's Hymn
2. Beowulf
3. The Wanderer
Learning Outcomes
At the end of the lesson, you should be able to:
1. show understanding of English Literature during the Old English
Period;
2. determine the literary devices used in the literatures; and
3. display appreciation of the literary pieces through a reflection.
Cædmon's Hymn
(translation by Elaine Treharne)
Today, Cædmon’s hymn may sound just like an ordinary prayer, especially
that it has undergone various translations. However, Cædmon’s hymn is still
considered as one of the treasure of Old English Literature as it has survived
over the centuries.
As we start our lesson in this subject, it is good that we begin it with a
prayer. Read the hymn again and as for your task, utter a short personal
prayer so you will be guided for the entire semester. Let’s proceed
immediately to our next lesson after your prayer. God bless, everyone!
TOPIC 2: Beowulf
Background Spotlight
Beowulf is the longest and greatest surviving Anglo-Saxon poem was
composed in England sometime in the eighth century ad and written down
circa1000 ad by a literate scop (bard) or perhaps a Christian scribe who was
possibly educated in a monastery.
Epic is a long narrative poem that tells about the adventures of a
protagonist who usually have strong powers.
Beowulf
(A Summary)
Activity
The Wanderer
Often the lonely receives love, The weary cannot control fate
The Creator’s help, though heavy Nor do bitter thoughts settle things.
with care The eager for glory often bind
Over the sea he suffers long Something bloody close to their
Stirring his hands in the frosty swell, breasts.
The way of exile. Fate never wavers.
“Wretched, I tie my heart with ropes
The wanderer spoke; he told his Far from my home, far from my
sorrows, kinsmen
The deadly onslaughts, the death of Since a hole in the ground hid my
the clan, chief
“At dawn alone I must Long ago. Laden with cares,
Mouth my cares; the man does not Weary, I crossed the confine of
live waves,
Whom I dare tell my depths Sought the troop of a dispenser of
Straight out. I see truth treasure,
In the lordly custom for the Far or near to find the man
courageous man Who knew my merits in the mead
To bind fast his breast, loyal hall,
To his treasure closet, thoughts Who would foster a friendless man,
aside.
Treat me to joys. He who has put it Never too hasty with feelings nor too
to a test hot with words
Knows how cruel a companion is Nor too weak as a warrior nor too
sorrow witlessly brash
For one who has few friendly Nor too fearful nor too ready nor too
protectors. greedy for reward
Exile guards him, not wrought gold, Nor even too feverish for boasting
A freezing heart, not the fullness of until testing his fibre.
the earth. A man should wait before he makes
He remembers warriors, the hall, a vow
rewards, Until, like a true warrior, he eagerly
How, as a youth, his friend honored tests
him at feasts, Which way the courage of his heart
The gold-giving prince. Joy has will course.
perished, The good warrior must understand
how ghostly it will be
“He knows how it is to suffer long When all this world of wealth stands
Without the beloved wisdom of a wasted
friendly lord. As now in many places about this
Often when sorrow and sleep massive earth
together Walls stand battered by the wind,
Bind the worn lonely warrior Covered by frost, the roofs
It seems in his heart that he holds collapsed.
and kisses The wine halls crumbled; the
The lord of the troop and lays on his warriors lie dead,
knee Cut off from joy; the great troop all
His head and hands as he had before crumpled
In times gone by at the gift-giver’s Proud by the wall. One war took,
throne. Led to his death. One a bird lifted
When the friendless warrior awakens Over the high sea. One the hoary
again wolf
He sees before him the black waves, Broke with death. One, bloody-
Sea birds bathing, feathers cheeked,
spreading, A warrior hid in a hole in the ground.
Frost and snow falling with hail. Likewise God destroyed this earthly
The wounds of his heart are heavier, dwelling
Sore after his friends. Sorrow is Until the strongholds of the giants
renewed stood empty,
When the mind ponders the memory Without the sounds of joy of the city-
of kinsmen; dwellers.”
He greets them with joy; he
anxiously grasps Then the wise man thinks about the
For something to say. They swim wall
away again. And deeply considers this dark life.
The breasts of ghosts do not bring From times far away the wanderer
the living recalls
Much wisdom. Woe is renewed The deadly slashes and says,
For him who must send his weary “What happened to the horse? What
heart happened to the war-
Way out over the prison of waves. rior? What happened to the gift-
giver?
“Therefore in this world I cannot What happened to the wine hall?
think of a reason Where are the sounds of
Why my soul does not blacken when joy?
I seriously consider Ea-la bright beaker! Ea-la byrnied
All the warriors, tested at war, warrior!
How they suddenly sank to the floor, Ea-la the chiefs majesty! How those
The brave kinsmen. But this world moments went,
Every day falls to dust. Grayed in the night as if they never
No man is wise until he lives many were!
winters A wall still stands near the tracks of
In the kingdom of the world. the warriors,
The wise must be patient, Wondrously high! Worms have
stained it.
A host of spears hungry for carnage Here is a man lent, here is a
Destroyed the men, that marvelous kinsman lent.
fate! All of the earth will be empty!”
Storms beat these stone cliffs,
A blanket of frost binds the earth, So spoke the wise in heart; he sits
Winter is moaning! When the mists alone with his mystery.
darken He is good to keep faith; grief must
And night descends, the north never escape
delivers A man’s heart too quickly unless
A fury of hail in hatred at men. with his might like a true
All is wretched in the realm of the warrior
earth; He has sought a lasting boon. It is
The way of fate changes the world best for him who seeks love,
under heaven. Help from the heavenly Father where
Here is treasure lent, here is a all stands firm.
friend lent,
Activity
Assessment:
You have reached the end of the lesson. For your task, write a
reflection paper regarding the impression the OLD ENGLISH LITERATURE
leaves you. Provide a title. The reflection shall exceed ten paragraphs but not
less than five.
Rubrics:
Criteria Description
Title (10%) The title has a deep connection with the content of the
journal.
Depth of Idea The content of the paper is well-thought of and organized.
(30%)
Organization of The paragraphs are well-organized and follow the CUE of
Thoughts (30%) writing: coherence, unity and emphasis.
Style of Writing The author uses a creative style writing that is appropriate to
(20%) the content being communicated.
Writing The paper is well-written and follows correct writing
Convention (10%) convention (free of grammar error, the punctuations are
properly used, capitalizations are followed, etc.)
Pre-reading Activity
While reading the tale, find the answer to these two questions:
1. Who is the traitor whom the three rioters are to hunt and kill?
2. Have they found the traitor?
Pardoner’s Tale
In Flanders once there was a company He might do you dishonor.”
Of youngsters haunting vice and
ribaldry, “Huh, God’s arms!”
Riot and gambling, stews and public- The rioter said, “Is he so fierce to
houses meet?
Where each with harp, guitar, or lute I’ll search for him, by Jesus, street by
carouses, street.
Dancing and dicing day and night, and God’s blessed bones! I’ll register a
bold vow!
To eat and drink far more than they Here, chaps! The three of us together
can hold, now,
Doing thereby the devil sacrifice Hold up your hands, like me, and we’ll
Within that devil’s temple of cursed be brothers
vice, In this affair, and each defend the
Abominable in superfluity, others,
With oaths so damnable in blasphemy And we will kill this traitor
That it’s a grisly thing to hear them Death, I say! Away with him as he has
swear. made away
Our dear Lord’s body they will rend With all our friends. God’s dignity!
and tear… Tonight!”
They made their bargain, swore with
It’s of three rioters I have to tell appetite,
Who, long before the morning service These three, to live and die for one
bell, another
Were sitting in a tavern for a drink. As brother-born might swear to his
And as they sat, they heard the hand- born brother.
bell clink And up they started in their drunken
Before a coffin going to the grave; rage
One of them called the little tavern- And made towards this village which
knave the page
And said “Go and find out at once— And publican had spoken of before.
look spry!
Whose corpse is in that coffin passing Many and grisly were the oaths they
by; swore,
And see you get the name correctly Tearing Christ’s blessed body to a
too.” shred;
“Sir,” said the boy, “no need, I promise “If we can only catch him, Death is
you; dead!”
Two hours before you came here I was When they had gone not fully half a
told. mile,
He was a friend of yours in days of old, Just as they were about to cross a
Be primed to meet him everywhere stile,
you go, They came upon a very poor old man
That’s what my mother said. It’s all I Who humbly greeted them and thus
know.” began,
The publican joined in with, “God look to you, my lords, and give
“By St. Mary, What the child says is you quiet!”
right; To which the proudest of these men of
you’d best be wary, riot
This very year he killed, in a large Gave back the answer, “What, old
village fool? Give place!
A mile away, man, woman, serf at Why are you all wrapped up except
tillage, your face?
Page in the household, children—all Why live so long? Isn’t it time to die?”
there were.
Yes, I imagine that he lives round The old, old fellow looked him in the
there. eye
It’s well to be prepared in these And said, “Because I never yet have
alarms, found,
Though I have walked to India, I say you’ve joined together by
searching round consent
Village and city on my pilgrimage, To kill us younger folk, you thieving
One who would change his youth to swine!”
have my age.
And so my age is mine and must be “Well, sirs,” he said, “if it be your
still design
Upon me, for such time as God may To find out Death, turn up this crooked
will. way
“Not even Death, alas, will take my Towards that grove, I left him there
life; today
So, like a wretched prisoner at strife Under a tree, and there you’ll find him
Within himself, I walk alone and wait waiting.
About the earth, which is my mother’s He isn’t one to hide for all your
gate, prating.
Knock-knocking with my staff from You see that oak? He won’t be far to
night to noon find.
And crying, ‘Mother, open to me soon! And God protect you that redeemed
Look at me, mother, won’t you let me mankind,
in? Aye, and amend you!” Thus that
See how I wither, flesh and blood and ancient man.
skin!
Alas! When will these bones be laid to At once the three young rioters began
rest? To run, and reached the tree, and
Mother, I would exchange—for that there they found
were best— A pile of golden florins on the ground,
The wardrobe in my chamber, New-coined, eight bushels of them as
standing there they thought.
So long, for yours! No longer was it Death those fellows
Aye, for a shirt of hair To wrap me in!’ sought,
She has refused her grace, For they were all so thrilled to see the
Whence comes the pallor of my sight,
withered face. The florins were so beautiful and
“But it dishonored you when you bright,
began That down they sat beside the
To speak so roughly, sir, to an old precious pile.
man,
Unless he had injured you in word or The wickedest spoke first after a while.
deed. “Brothers,” he said, “you listen to what
It says in holy writ, as you may read, I say.
‘Thou shalt rise up before the hoary I’m pretty sharp although I joke away.
head It’s clear that Fortune has bestowed
And honor it.’ And therefore be it said, this treasure
‘Do no more harm to an old man than To let us live in jollity and pleasure.
you, Light come, light go! We’ll spend it as
Being now young, would have another we ought.
do God’s precious dignity! Who would
When you are old’—if you should live have thought
till then. This morning was to be our lucky day?
And so may God be with you, “If one could only get the gold away,
gentlemen, Back to my house, or else to yours,
For I must go whither I have to go.” perhaps—
“By God,” the gambler said, “you For as you know, the gold is ours,
shan’t do so, chaps—
You don’t get off so easy, by St. John! We’d all be at the top of fortune, hey?
I heard you mention, just a moment But certainly it can’t be done by day.
gone, People would call us robbers—a strong
A certain traitor Death who singles out gang,
And kills the fine young fellows So our own property would make us
hereabout. hang.
And you’re his spy, by God! You wait a No, we must bring this treasure back
bit. by night
Say where he is or you shall pay for it, Some prudent way, and keep it out of
By God and by the Holy Sacrament! sight.
And so as a solution I propose I’ll up and put my dagger through his
We draw for lots and see the way it back
goes; While you and he are struggling, as in
The one who draws the longest, lucky game;
man, Then draw your dagger too and do the
Shall run to town as quickly as he can same.
To fetch us bread and wine—but keep Then all this money will be ours to
things dark— spend,
While two remain in hiding here to Divided equally of course, dear friend.
mark Then we can gratify our lusts and fill
Our heap of treasure. If there’s no The day with dicing at our own sweet
delay, will.”
When night comes down we’ll carry it Thus these two miscreants agreed to
away, slay
All three of us, wherever we have The third and youngest, as you heard
planned.” me say.
He gathered lots and hid them in his
hand The youngest, as he ran towards the
Bidding them draw for where the luck town,
should fall. Kept turning over, rolling up and down
It fell upon the youngest of them all, Within his heart the beauty of those
And off he ran at once towards the bright
town. New florins, saying, “Lord, to think I
might
As soon as he had gone the first sat Have all that treasure to myself alone!
down Could there be anyone beneath the
And thus began a parley with the throne
other: Of God so happy as I then should be?”
“You know that you can trust me as a And so the Fiend, our common enemy,
brother; Was given power to put it in his
Now let me tell you where your profit thought
lies; That there was always poison to be
You know our friend has gone to get bought,
supplies And that with poison he could kill his
And here’s a lot of gold that is to be friends.
Divided equally among us three. To men in such a state the Devil sends
Nevertheless, if I could shape things Thoughts of this kind, and has a full
thus permission
So that we shared it out—the two of us To lure them on to sorrow and
— perdition;
Wouldn’t you take it as a friendly act?” For this young man was utterly
content
“But how?” the other said. “He knows To kill them both and never to repent.
the fact
That all the gold was left with me and And on he ran, he had no thought to
you; tarry,
What can we tell him? What are we to Came to the town, found an
do?” apothecary
“Is it a bargain,” said the first, “or no? And said, “Sell me some poison if you
For I can tell you in a word or so will,
What’s to be done to bring the thing I have a lot of rats I want to kill
about.” And there’s a polecat too about my
“Trust me,” the other said, “you yard
needn’t doubt That takes my chickens and it hits me
My word. I won’t betray you, I’ll be hard;
true.” But I’ll get even, as is only right,
“Well,” said his friend, “you see that With vermin that destroy a man by
we are two, night.”
And two are twice as powerful as one.
The chemist answered, “I’ve a
Now look; when he comes back, get up preparation
in fun Which you shall have, and by my
To have a wrestle; then, as you attack, soul’s salvation
If any living creature eat or drink
A mouthful, ere he has the time to
think, Why make a sermon of it? Why waste
Though he took less than makes a breath?
grain of wheat, Exactly in the way they’d planned his
You’ll see him fall down dying at your death
feet; They fell on him and slew him, two to
Yes, die he must, and in so short a one.
while Then said the first of them when this
You’d hardly have the time to walk a was done,
mile, “Now for a drink. Sit down and let’s be
The poison is so strong, you merry,
understand.” For later on there’ll be the corpse to
This cursed fellow grabbed into his bury.”
hand And, as it happened, reaching for a
sup,
The box of poison and away he ran He took a bottle full of poison up
Into a neighboring street, and found a And drank; and his companion,
man nothing loth,
Who lent him three large bottles. He Drank from it also, and they perished
withdrew both.
And deftly poured the poison into two. There is, in Avicenna’s long relation
He kept the third one clean, as well he Concerning poison and its operation,
might, Trust me, no ghastlier section to
For his own drink, meaning to work all transcend
night What these two wretches suffered at
Stacking the gold and carrying it away. their end.
And when this rioter, this devil’s clay, Thus these two murderers received
Had filled his bottles up with wine, all their due,
three, So did the treacherous young poisoner
Back to rejoin his comrades sauntered too…
he.
Activity
Task: Comprehension Check
Directions: Answer the following:
1. Describe the three main characters of the story.
2. Who is the traitor they are set to find and kill?
3. Whom did they meet in their journey?
4. What have they found under the oak?
5. What plan have the wickedest thought off?
6. What task was given to the youngest?
7. What plan did the youngest thought off to kill his companions?
8. What killed the three rioters?
9. What lesson does the Pardoner’s tale leave us?
10.Have the three found what they are looking for?
Activity
Assessment:
You have reached the end of the lesson. For your task, write a
reflection paper regarding the impression the MIDDLE ENGLISH
LITERATURE leaves you. Discuss about the difference/changes/
progress this era has made to literature as compare to Old
English. Provide a title. The reflection shall exceed ten paragraphs but
not less than five.
Rubrics:
Criteria Description
Title (10%) The title has a deep connection with the content of the
journal.
Depth of Idea The content of the paper is well-thought of and organized.
(30%)
Organization of The paragraphs are well-organized and follow the CUE of
Thoughts (30%) writing: coherence, unity and emphasis.
Style of Writing The author uses a creative style writing that is appropriate to
(20%) the content being communicated.
Writing The paper is well-written and follows correct writing
Convention (10%) convention (free of grammar error, the punctuations are
properly used, capitalizations are followed, etc.)
Lesson 3: The Renaissance
Topics
1. Song to Celia (Ben Jonson)
2. William Shakespeare:
a. Hamlet
b. Seven Ages of Man
c. Sonnet 18
3. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
4. The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
Learning Outcomes
At the end of the lesson, you should be able to:
1. interpret the meaning and message of the literary pieces during the
renaissance;
2. display understanding of the literary texts during the period; and
3. relate the meaning of the texts to reality and personal experiences.
Activity
Task: Comprehension Check
Compilers’ Note
Sonnet 30 Activity
Task 1: Translate the poem.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,______________________________________
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, ___________
And with old woes new wail my dear time's ______________________________________
waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, ___________
______________________________________
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
___________
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
______________________________________
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd___________
sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,______________________________________
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er ___________
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,______________________________________
Which I new pay as if not paid before. ___________
______________________________________
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end. ___________
______________________________________
Activity
Task 2:
Write your one-paragraph reflection of the Sonnet 30.
___________________________________________________________________________
______________________
___________________________________________________________________________________
_______________________
___________________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________________
Topic 3: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love/
___________________________________________________________________________________
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
About the Authors
A. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
Christopher Marlowe was an English playwright, poet, and translator of the
Elizabethan era. He was born in Canterbury, England, in 1564. He died young at
the age of twenty-nine and his career as a playwright lasted only six years. Some
also regard him as Father of English Tragedy.
Marlowe attended The King's School in Canterbury and Corpus Christi
College, Cambridge, where he studied on a scholarship and received his Bachelor
of Arts degree in 1584. In 1587, the university hesitated to award him his Master
of Arts degree because of a rumor that he had converted to Roman Catholicism
and would soon attend college elsewhere. These rumors were set to rest and
Marlowe was awarded his Master of Arts when the Privy Council intervened on his
behalf, praising him for his "faithful dealing" and "good service" to the Queen.
Some biographers think that Marlowe was a government spy. His frequent
lengthy absences from university and the Privy Council's intervention to the
university to grant him his Master's degree in spite of the rumor that he had
converted to Catholicism have provoked much speculation that Marlow had
become a secret agent working for Sir Francis Walsingham's intelligence service.
In the absence of hard evidence that he was, in fact, a spy, the debate is still
active about the nature of his service to the queen. What biographers are certain
about is that after attaining his master's degree, Marlowe moved to London and
took up writing full-time.
Marlowe was arrested for 'atheism' or 'heresy' on Sunday, May 20, 1593.
At that time heresy was a serious crime that would end up with a grave penalty,
namely burning at the stake. Although the offense was grave, Marlowe was not
imprisoned or tortured. He was set free on the condition that he report daily to
an officer of the court. Strangely, however, Marlowe was killed by Ingram Frizer
on May 30. Frizer was with Nicholas Skeres and Robert Poley, and all three men
were tied to one of the Walsinghams--either Sir Francis Walsingham, the man
who hired him to work for the secret service of the queen, or a relative of his,
presumably also a spy.
Of Studies
by Francis Bacon (1625)
Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use
for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for
ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can
execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general
counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best from those that
are learned. To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too
much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is
the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by
experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning, by
study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large,
except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men condemn studies,
simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their
own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by
observation. Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for
granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some
books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed
and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be
read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence
and attention. Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of
them by others; but that would be only in the less important arguments, and
the meaner sort of books, else distilled books are like common distilled
waters, flashy things. Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man;
and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man writes little, he had need
have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and
if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he
doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle;
natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Abeunt studia in mores [Studies pass into and influence manners]. Nay, there
is no stond or impediment in the wit but may be wrought out by fit studies;
like as diseases of the body may have appropriate exercises. Bowling is good
for the stone and reins; shooting for the lungs and breast; gentle walking for
the stomach; riding for the head; and the like. So if a man’s wit be wandering,
let him study the mathematics; for in demonstrations, if his wit be called
away never so little, he must begin again. If his wit be not apt to distinguish
or find differences, let him study the Schoolmen; for they are cymini sectores
[splitters of hairs]. If he be not apt to beat over matters, and to call up one
thing to prove and illustrate another, let him study the lawyers’ cases. So
every defect of the mind may have a special receipt.
Activity
Task: Comprehension Check
THE JOYS of parents are secret; and so are their griefs and fears. They
cannot utter the one; nor they will not utter the other. Children sweeten
labors; but they make misfortunes more bitter. They increase the cares of
life; but they mitigate the remembrance of death. The perpetuity by
generation is common to beasts; but memory; merit, and noble works are
proper to men. And surely a man shall see the noblest works and foundations
have proceeded from childless men; which have sought to express the
images of their minds, where those of their bodies have failed. So the care of
posterity is most in them that have no posterity. They that are the first
raisers of their houses are most indulgent towards their children; beholding
them as the continuance not only of their kind but of their work; and so both
children and creatures.
Activity
Task: Comprehension Check
Assessment
Write your own essay about the thing that interest you most i.e. On
Online Learning, On Quarantined Life, On Home Studies, On Being a Student
in Times of Pandemic, On Pandemic, or On Anything you want to write about.
Get inspirations from Bacon’s style of writing. Make it a formal essay with a
serious tone. Follow the same format.
Activity
Task: Comprehension
Check
Answer the following:
1. To what does he
Author’s Translations
Death, do not be proud; Though many call you
Mighty and frightful, because you aren’t really
Those whom you think you takeover
Do not die, poor death, nor yet can you kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but your pictures be
Much desire, then from you much more must flow
And soonest our best men with you will go
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery
You are slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men
And even accompany poison, war, and sickness
And poppy or charms can also make us sleep
And even better than your strike; so why are you great then?
You are only one short sleep where we wake eternally after
And then there shall be no death after; Death, you shall die.
Assessment
You will be graded with the
Write a 14-lined one-stanza poem following criteria:
about what you want to say about death. Content – 30%
It doesn’t have to agree with Donne’s Imagery – 30%
poetry. You may contradict him and say Word Choice – 20%
death is a scary name – or you may also Creativity – 10%
belittle death. Title – 10%
References:
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on August 20, 2020 at
https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/b/beowulf/poem-summary
Brown, John Russel et.al., (2020). William Shakespeare. Retrieved from April
19, 2020 at https://www.britannica.com/biography/William-
Shakespeare
Coghill, Nevill (2002). The Pardoner’s Tale from The Canterbury Tales
Geoffrey Chaucer. Montgomery Township School District. New Jersey.
Blackboard, Inc. Retrieved from https://www.mtsd.k12.nj.us/ on August
7, 2020
Grimes, Linda Sue (2018). John Donne's Holy Sonnet XVII. Retrieved on
August 11, 2020 from https://owlcation.com/humanities/John-Donnes-
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