John Donne (Джон Донн)

Temple

With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe,
Joseph, turn back; see where your child doth sit,
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,
Which Himself on the doctors did bestow.
The Word but lately could not speak, and lo!
It suddenly speaks wonders; whence comes it,
That all which was, and all which should be writ,
A shallow seeming child should deeply know?
His Godhead was not soul to His manhood,
Nor had time mellow'd Him to this ripeness;
But as for one which hath a long task, 'tis good,
With the sun to begin His business,
He in His age's morning thus began,
By miracles exceeding power of man. 

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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