John Donne (Джон Донн)

Holy Sonnet 18. Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear

Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.
What! is it she which on the other shore
Goes richly painted? or which, robbed and tore,
Laments and mourns in Germany and here?
Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps up one year?
Is she self-truth, and errs? now new, now outwore?
Doth she, and did she, and shall she evermore
On one, on seven, or on no hill appear?
Dwells she with us, or like adventuring knights
First travel we to seek, and then make love?
Betray, kind husband, thy spouse to our sights,
And let mine amorous soul court thy mild dove,
Who is most true and pleasing to thee then
When she is embraced and open to most men.

1. Holy Sonnet 9. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
2. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest
3. Holy Sonnet 8. If faithful souls be alike glorified
4. Holy Sonnet 11. Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side
5. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?

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