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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HENRICO WOTTONI IN HIBERNIA BELLIGERANTI, by JOHN DONNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Went you to conquer? And have so much lost
Last Line: Nor such as from the brayne come, but the hart.
Subject(s): Wotton, Sir Henry (1568-1639)
First Line: Went you to conquer? And have so much lost
Last Line: Nor such as from the brayne come, but the hart.
Subject(s): Wotton, Sir Henry (1568-1639)
Went you to conquer? and have so much lost
Yourself, that what in you was best and most,
Respective friendship, should so quickly dye?
In publique gaine my share'is not such that I
Would lose your love for Ireland: better cheap
I pardon death (who though he do not reap
Yet gleanes hee many of our frends away)
Then that your waking mind should bee a prey
To lethargies. Lett shott, and boggs, and skeines
With bodies deale, as fate bids and restreynes;
Ere sicknesses attack, yong death is best,
Who payes before his death doth scape arrest.
Lett not your soule (at first with graces fill'd,
And since, and thorough crooked lymbecks, still'd
In many schools and courts, which quicken it,)
It self unto the Irish negligence submit.
I aske not labored letters which should weare
Long papers out: nor letters which should feare
Dishonest carriage: or a seers art:
Nor such as from the brayne come, but the hart.
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