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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her of your name, whose fair inheritance<br>Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo: <br>An active faith so highly did advance,<br>That she once knew, more than the Church did know, <br>The Resurrection; so much good there is<br>Deliver'd of her, that some Fathers be <br>Loth to believe one Woman could do this;<br>But think these Magdalens were two or three. <br>Increase their number, Lady, and their fame:<br>To their Devotion, add your Innocence; <br>Take so much of th'example, as of the name;<br>The latter half; and in some recompence <br>That they did harbour Christ himself, a Guest,<br>Harbour these Hymns, to his dear name addresst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. La Corona</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,<br>Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,<br>Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,<br>All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes;<br>But doe not, with vile crowne of fraile bayes,<br>Reward my muses white sincerity,<br>But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,<br>The ends of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;<br>The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,<br>For, at our end begins our endlesse rest;<br>The first last end, now zealously possest,<br>With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends.<br>'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high,<br>Salvation to all that will is nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. Annunciation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Salvation to all that will is nigh;<br>That All, which alwayes is All every where,<br>Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die,<br>Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye<br>In prison in thy wombe; and though he there<br>Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet he'will weare<br>Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie.<br>Ere by the spheares time was created, thou<br>Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother;<br>Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou art now<br>Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother;<br>Thou'hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome,<br>Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. Nativitie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immensity cloystered in thy deare wombe,<br>Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment,<br>There he hath made himselfe to his intent<br>Weake enough, now into our world to come;<br>But Oh, for thee, for him, hath th'Inne no roome?<br>Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient,<br>Starres, and wisemen will travell to prevent<br>Th'effect of Herods jealous generall doome.<br>Seest thou, my Soule, with thy faiths eyes, how he<br>Which fils all place, yet none hold him, doth lye?<br>Was not his pity towrds thee wondrous high,<br>That would have need to be pittied by thee?<br>Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe,<br>With his kinde mother, who partakes thy woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. Temple</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe,<br>Joseph turne backe; see where your child doth sit,<br>Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,<br>Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow;<br>The Word but lately could not speake, and loe<br>It sodenly speakes wonders, whence comes it,<br>That all which was, and all which should be writ,<br>A shallow seeming child, should deeply know?<br>His Godhead was not soule to his manhood,<br>Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse,<br>But as for one which hath a long taske, 'tis good,<br>With the Sunne to beginne his businesse,<br>He in his ages morning thus began<br>By miracles exceeding power of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. Crucifying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By miracles exceeding power of man,<br>Hee faith in some, envie in some begat,<br>For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious, hate;<br>In both affections many to him ran,<br>But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can,<br>Alas, and do, unto the immaculate,<br>Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate,<br>Measuring selfe-lifes infinity to a span,<br>Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned hee<br>Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by<br>When it beares him, he must beare more and die.<br>Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,<br>And at thy death giving such liberall dole,<br>Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. Resurrection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule.<br>Shall (though she now be in extreme degree<br>Too stony hard, and yet to fleshly,) bee<br>Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard or foule,<br>And life, by this death abled, shall controule<br>Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to mee<br>Feare of first or last death, bring miserie,<br>If in thy little booke my name thou enroule,<br>Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,<br>But made that there, of which and for which 'twas;<br>Nor can by other meanes be glorified.<br>May then sinnes sleep, and deaths soone from me passe,<br>That wak't from both, I againe risen may<br>Salute the last, and everlasting day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. Ascention</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Salute the last, and everlasting day,<br>Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne,<br>Yee whose just teares, or tribulation<br>Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay;<br>Behold the Highest, parting hence away,<br>Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads upon,<br>Nor doth hee by ascending, show alone,<br>But first hee, and hee first enters the way.<br>O strong Ramme, which hast batter'd heaven for mee,<br>Mild Lambe, which with thy blood, hast mark'd the path;<br>Bright Torch, which shin'st that I the way may see<br>Oh, with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath,<br>And if thy holy Spirit, my Muse did raise,<br>Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.</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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Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo: 
An active faith so highly did advance,
That she once knew, more than the Church did know, 
The Resurrection; so much good there is
Deliver'd of her, that some Fathers be ..."></div>
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