<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Canonization</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;<br> Or chide my palsy, or my gout;<br> My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout;<br>With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve;<br> Take you a course, get you a place,<br> Observe his Honour, or his Grace;<br>Or the king's real, or his stamp'd face<br> Contemplate; what you will, approve,<br> So you will let me love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas ! alas ! who's injured by my love?<br> What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?<br> Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?<br>When did my colds a forward spring remove?<br> When did the heats which my veins fill<br> Add one more to the plaguy bill?<br>Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still<br> Litigious men, which quarrels move,<br> Though she and I do love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call's what you will, we are made such by love;<br> Call her one, me another fly,<br> We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,<br>And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.<br> The phoenix riddle hath more wit<br> By us; we two being one, are it;<br>So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.<br> We die and rise the same, and prove<br> Mysterious by this love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can die by it, if not live by love,<br> And if unfit for tomb or hearse<br> Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;<br>And if no piece of chronicle we prove,<br> We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;<br> As well a well-wrought urn becomes<br>The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,<br> And by these hymns, all shall approve<br> Us canonized for love;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love<br> Made one another's hermitage;<br> You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;<br>Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove<br> Into the glasses of your eyes;<br> So made such mirrors, and such spies,<br>That they did all to you epitomize—<br> Countries, towns, courts beg from above<br> A pattern of your love."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37356" data-title="The Canonization de John Donne" data-description="FOR God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;/ Or chide my palsy, or my gout;/ My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout;/With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve;/ Take you a course, get you a place,/ Observe his Honour, or his G..."></div> </div> </div>

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