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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hym To God, My God In My Sickness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I am coming to that holy room,<br> Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,<br> I shall be made thy music; as I come<br> I tune the instrument here at the door,<br> And what I must do then, think here before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Whilst my physicians by their love are grown<br> Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie<br> Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown<br> That this is my south-west discovery,<br> [lang l]Per fretum febris[lang e], by these straits to die,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pmdv3 n='33-11'> I joy, that in these straits I see my west;<br> For, though their currents yield return to none,<br> What shall my west hurt me? As west and east<br> In all flat maps (and I am one) are one,<br> So death doth touch the resurrection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or are<br> The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem?<br> Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar,<br> All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them,<br> Whether where Japhet dwelt, or Cham, or Shem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We think that Paradise and Calvary,<br> Christ's cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place;<br> Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me;<br> As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face,<br> May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So, in his purple wrapp'd, receive me, Lord;<br> By these his thorns, give me his other crown;<br> And as to others' souls I preach'd thy word,<br> Be this my text, my sermon to mine own:<br> 'Therefore that he may raise, the Lord throws down.'</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>
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 I shall be made thy music; as I come
 I tune the instrument here at the door,
 And what I must do then, think here before.

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