John Donne

The Canonization

For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,
     Or chide my palsie, or my gout, 
My five gray haires, or ruin’d fortune flout, 
     With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve, 
        Take you a course, get you a place, 
        Observe his honour, or his grace,
Or the King’s real, or his stampèd face 
     Contemplate; what you will, approve,
     So you will let me love.

Alas, alas, who’s injur’d by my love? 
     What merchant’s ships have my sighs drown’d? 
Who saies my tears have overflow’d his ground?  
     When did my colds a forward spring remove? 
        When did the heats which my veines fill 
        Adde one more to the plaguie Bill? 
Soldiers finde warres, and Lawyers finde out still 
     Litigious men, which quarrels move,  
     Though she and I do love.

Call us what you will, wee are made such by love;  
Call her one, mee another flye, 
We’are Tapers too, and at our own cost die, 
     And wee in us finde the Eagle and the Dove.  
     The Phoenix ridle hath more wit 
        By us; we two being one, are it.  
So, to one neutrall thing both sexes fit. 
     Wee dye and rise the same, and prove  
     Mysterious by this love.

We can dye by it, if not live by love,  
     And if unfit for tombes and hearse 
Our legend bee, it will be fit for verse;  
     And if no peece of Chronicle we prove,  
        We’ll build in sonnets pretty roomes;  
        As well a well-wrought urne becomes 
 The greatest ashes, as halfe-acre tombes,  
     And by these hymnes, all shall approve  
     Us Canonized for Love:

And thus invoke us; You, whom reverend love  
     Made one anothers hermitage; 
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage; 
     Who did the whole world’s soule contract, and drove 
        Into the glasses of your eyes 
        (So made such mirrors, and such spies,  
That they did all to you epitomize,) 
     Countries, Townes, Courts: Beg from above  
     A patterne of your love!’