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Which stray or sleep all day, and having

loft Light and strength, dark and tir'd must

then ride poft.

All that Man has to do is to live and die; the sum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines :

Think in how poor a prison thou didft

lie, After, enabled but to suck and cry. Think, when 'twas grown to "most,

'twas a poor inn, i A province pack'd up in two yatds

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And that usurp’d, or threaten’d with a

rage Of ficknesses, or their true mother,

age. But think that death hath now en: • franchis’d thee; Thou hast thy expansion now, and

liberty; Think, that a rusty piece discharg'd

is flown In pieces, and the bullet is his own, And freely ílies: this to thy soul allow, Think thy shell broke, think thy soul

hatch'd but now.

THEY were sometimes indelicate and

disgusting. Cowley thus apoftrophises beauty :

Thou

-Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man

free! Thou subtle thief, from whom nought

safe can be ! Thou murth’rer, which hast killed, and

devil, which would'st damn me.

Thus he addresses his Mistress :

Thou, who in many a propriety,
So truly art the sun to me,
Add one more likeness, which I'm

sure you can,
And let me and my fun beget a man.

Thus he represents the meditations of a Lover: Tho' in thy thoughts scarce any tracts

: have been
So much as of original fin,

Such

Such charms thy beauty wears as might
Defires in dying confest saints excite.

Thou with strange adultery
Dost in each breast a brothel keep;

Awake, all men do lust for thee, And some enjoy thee when they sleep.

The true taste of tears. , Hither with crystal vials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are love's

wine, And try your mistress' tears at home, For all are false, that taste not just like mine.

DONNE.

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This is yet more indelicate : : ... G .

As

As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chaf’d musk-cat's

pores doth trill, As the almighty balm of th' early

East, Such are the sweet drops of my mistress'

breast. And on her neck her skin such lustre

sets,

They seem no sweat drops, but pearl

coronets : Rank sweaty froth thy mistress' brow defiles,

DONNE.

THEIR expressions sometimes raise

horror, when they intend perhaps to be pathetic:

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