Poems, By J. D. [i.e. John Donne] With Elegies on the Authors Death |
To E. of D. with six holy Sonnets. |
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To E. of D. with six holy Sonnets.
See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flameBegets strange creatures on Niles durty slime,
In me, your fatherly yet lusty Ryme
(For, these songs are their fruits) have wrought the same;
But though the ingendring force from whence they came
Bee strong enough, and nature doe admit
Seaven to be borne at once, I send as yet
But six, they say, the seaventh hath still some maime;
I choose your judgement, which the same degree
Doth with her sister, your invention, hold,
As fire these drossie Rymes to purifie,
Or as Elixar, to change them to gold;
You are that Alchimist which alwaies had
Wit, whose one spark could make good things of bad.
Poems, By J. D. [i.e. John Donne] | ||