Poems, By J. D. [i.e. John Donne] With Elegies on the Authors Death |
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To the deceased Author, Upon the Promiscuous printing of his Poems,
the Looser sort, with the Religious. |
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To the deceased Author, Upon the Promiscuous printing of his Poems, the Looser sort, with the Religious.
When thy Loose raptures, Donne, shall meet with Those
That doe confine
Tuning, unto the Duller line,
And sing not, but in Sanctified Prose;
How will they, with sharper eyes,
The Fore-skinne of thy phansie circumcise?
And feare, thy wantonnesse should now, begin
Example, that hath ceased to be Sin?
That doe confine
Tuning, unto the Duller line,
And sing not, but in Sanctified Prose;
How will they, with sharper eyes,
The Fore-skinne of thy phansie circumcise?
And feare, thy wantonnesse should now, begin
Example, that hath ceased to be Sin?
And that Feare fannes their Heat; whilst knowing eyes
Will not admire
At this Strange Fire,
That here is mingled with thy Sacrifice:
But dare reade even thy Wanton Story,
As thy Confession, not thy Glory.
And will so envie Both to future times,
That they would buy thy Goodnesse, with thy Crimes.
Will not admire
At this Strange Fire,
That here is mingled with thy Sacrifice:
But dare reade even thy Wanton Story,
As thy Confession, not thy Glory.
And will so envie Both to future times,
That they would buy thy Goodnesse, with thy Crimes.
Tho: Browne.
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