The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not eafily understood, they may be read again.

On a round ball

A workman, that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afric, and an Afia,

And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.

So doth each tear,

Which thee doth wear,

A globe, yea world, by that impreffion grow,

Till thy tears mixt with mine do over

flow

This world, by waters fent from thee my heaven diffolved fo.

On

On reading the following lines the reader may perhaps cry out-Confufion worfe confounded.

Here lies a fhe fun, and a he moon here, She gives the beft light to his fphere, Or each is both, and all, and fo

They unto one another nothing owe.

DONNE.

Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope?

Tho' God be our true glafs, thro' which we fee

All, fince the being of all things is he, Yet are the trunks, which do to us

derive

Things, in proportion fit, by perspective

I

Deeds

Deeds of good men; for by their living

here,

Virtues, indeed remote, len to be near.

Who would imagine it pofible that in a very few lines fo many remote ideas could be brought together:

Since 'tis my doom, Love's underfhrieve, Why this reprieve?

Why doth my She Advowson fly

Incumbency?

To fell thyfelf doft thou intend
By candle's end,

And hold the contraft thus in doubt,
Life's taper out?

Think but how foon the market fails, Your fex lives fafter than the males;

As

As if tô measure age's fpan, me HĄ

The fober Julian were th' account of

OF Fenormous and disgusting hyber7 boles, these may be examples:

By every wind, that comes this way,
Send me at least a figh or two,
Such and fo many I'll repay

As fhall themselves make winds to get

to you.

COWLEY.

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In tears I'll waste thefe eyes et

By love fo vainly fed;

So luft of old the Deluge punished.

COWLEY.

All arm'd in brass, the richest dress of

war,

(A difmal glorious fight) he fhone afar. The fun himself started with fudden

fright,

To fee his beams return fo difmal

bright.

COWLEY.

An univerfal confternation:

His bloody eyes he hurls round, his

sharp paws

Tear up the ground; then runs he wild

about,

Lafhing his angry tail and roaring out. Beafts creep into their dens, and tremble

there;

Trees, tho' no wind is ftirring, fhake

with fear;

F.

Silence