John Donne (Джон Донн)

Holy Sonnet 5. I am a little world made cunningly

I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite;
But black sin hath betray'd to endless night
My world's both parts, and, O, both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new spheres, and of new land can write,
Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more.
But O, it must be burnt; alas! the fire
Of lust and envy burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; let their flames retire,
And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal
Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal.

1. Love's Diet
2. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?
3. Holy Sonnet 11. Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side
4. Holy Sonnet 13. What if this present were the world's last night?
5. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest

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