DONNE, JOHN

   HOLY SONNETS

Thou has made me, and shall Thy works decay?

Repair me now, for now my hand doth haste,

I runne to death, and death meets me as fast,

And all my pleasures are like yesterday;

(Donne, 236)

                                  II

As due by many titles I resigne

My selfe to Thee, O God, first I was made

By Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decay’d

Thy blood bought that, the which was Thine;

I am Thy sonne, made with Thy selfe to shine.

(Ibid, 236)

IX

But who am I, that dare dispute with Thee

Oh God? Oh! Of thine onely worthy blood,

And drowne in it my sinnes black memorie;

That Thou remember them, some claime as debt,

I thinke it mercy if Thou wilt forget.

(Ibid, 239)