And nothing ever came so neare to this,
As contemplation of that Prince, wee misse.
As contemplation of that Prince, wee misse.
John Donne
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little, _1612:_ place .
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little, _1621-33_]
[423 affords] affoords _1612-25_
world, foundation _1633-69:_ worlds, foundatione _1612-25_]
[426 Benefits . . . Rods] _capitals from 1612-25_]
[428 Warre] _no capital 1612-39_]
[429 that] the _1625_]
[433 much] much, _1633-39_]
[435 up] upon _1612-25_]
[449 Here _1612-25:_ here _1633-69_]
[463 cleare,] cleane, _1635_]
[475 _My Lord_] _no italics 1612-25_]
[477 redresse] Reders _1612-25_]
[482 What e'r] What eye _1612-25_]
[500 where] waere _1612_]
[501 even] ever _1625_]
[506: within; _Ed:_ within, _1612-39:_ within. _1650-69_]
[516: invoke] inroque _1612-25_]
[518 French _1635-69:_ french _1612-33_]
[520 Rent] Rent. _1633_]
* * * * *
EPICEDES AND OBSEQVIES
_Vpon_
The deaths of sundry Personages.
* * * * *
_Elegie upon the untimely death of the incomparable Prince Henry. _
Looke to mee faith, and looke to my faith, God;
For both my centers feele this period.
Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is;
And Reason is that center, Faith is this;
For into'our reason flow, and there do end 5
All, that this naturall world doth comprehend:
Quotidian things, and equidistant hence,
Shut in, for man, in one circumference.
But for th'enormous greatnesses, which are
So disproportion'd, and so angulare, 10
As is Gods essence, place and providence,
Where, how, when, what soules do, departed hence,
These things (eccentrique else) on faith do strike;
Yet neither all, nor upon all, alike.
For reason, put to'her best extension, 15
Almost meetes faith, and makes both centers one.
And nothing ever came so neare to this,
As contemplation of that Prince, wee misse.
For all that faith might credit mankinde could,
Reason still seconded, that this prince would. 20
If then least moving of the center, make
More, then if whole hell belch'd, the world to shake,
What must this do, centers distracted so,
That wee see not what to beleeve or know?
Was it not well beleev'd till now, that hee, 25
Whose reputation was an extasie
On neighbour States, which knew not why to wake,
Till hee discover'd what wayes he would take;
For whom, what Princes angled, when they tryed,
Met a _Torpedo_, and were stupified; 30
And others studies, how he would be bent;
Was his great fathers greatest instrument,
And activ'st spirit, to convey and tie
This soule of peace, through Christianity?
Was it not well beleev'd, that hee would make 35
This generall peace, th'Eternall overtake,
And that his times might have stretch'd out so farre,
As to touch those, of which they emblems are?
For to confirme this just beleefe, that now
The last dayes came, wee saw heav'n did allow, 40
That, but from his aspect and exercise,
In peacefull times, Rumors of war did rise.
But now this faith is heresie: we must
Still stay, and vexe our great-grand-mother, Dust.
Oh, is God prodigall? hath he spent his store 45
Of plagues, on us; and onely now, when more
Would ease us much, doth he grudge misery;
And will not let's enjoy our curse; to dy?
As, for the earth throwne lowest downe of all,
T'were an ambition to desire to fall, 50
So God, in our desire to dye, doth know
Our plot for ease, in being wretched so.
Therefore we live; though such a life wee have,
As but so many mandrakes on his grave.
What had his growth, and generation done, 55
When, what we are, his putrefaction
Sustaines in us; Earth, which griefes animate?
Nor hath our world now, other Soule then that.
And could griefe get so high as heav'n, that Quire,
Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 60
(With griefe to see him) hee had staid below,
To rectifie our errours, They foreknow.
Is th'other center, Reason, faster then?
Where should we looke for that, now we'are not men?
[423 affords] affoords _1612-25_
world, foundation _1633-69:_ worlds, foundatione _1612-25_]
[426 Benefits . . . Rods] _capitals from 1612-25_]
[428 Warre] _no capital 1612-39_]
[429 that] the _1625_]
[433 much] much, _1633-39_]
[435 up] upon _1612-25_]
[449 Here _1612-25:_ here _1633-69_]
[463 cleare,] cleane, _1635_]
[475 _My Lord_] _no italics 1612-25_]
[477 redresse] Reders _1612-25_]
[482 What e'r] What eye _1612-25_]
[500 where] waere _1612_]
[501 even] ever _1625_]
[506: within; _Ed:_ within, _1612-39:_ within. _1650-69_]
[516: invoke] inroque _1612-25_]
[518 French _1635-69:_ french _1612-33_]
[520 Rent] Rent. _1633_]
* * * * *
EPICEDES AND OBSEQVIES
_Vpon_
The deaths of sundry Personages.
* * * * *
_Elegie upon the untimely death of the incomparable Prince Henry. _
Looke to mee faith, and looke to my faith, God;
For both my centers feele this period.
Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is;
And Reason is that center, Faith is this;
For into'our reason flow, and there do end 5
All, that this naturall world doth comprehend:
Quotidian things, and equidistant hence,
Shut in, for man, in one circumference.
But for th'enormous greatnesses, which are
So disproportion'd, and so angulare, 10
As is Gods essence, place and providence,
Where, how, when, what soules do, departed hence,
These things (eccentrique else) on faith do strike;
Yet neither all, nor upon all, alike.
For reason, put to'her best extension, 15
Almost meetes faith, and makes both centers one.
And nothing ever came so neare to this,
As contemplation of that Prince, wee misse.
For all that faith might credit mankinde could,
Reason still seconded, that this prince would. 20
If then least moving of the center, make
More, then if whole hell belch'd, the world to shake,
What must this do, centers distracted so,
That wee see not what to beleeve or know?
Was it not well beleev'd till now, that hee, 25
Whose reputation was an extasie
On neighbour States, which knew not why to wake,
Till hee discover'd what wayes he would take;
For whom, what Princes angled, when they tryed,
Met a _Torpedo_, and were stupified; 30
And others studies, how he would be bent;
Was his great fathers greatest instrument,
And activ'st spirit, to convey and tie
This soule of peace, through Christianity?
Was it not well beleev'd, that hee would make 35
This generall peace, th'Eternall overtake,
And that his times might have stretch'd out so farre,
As to touch those, of which they emblems are?
For to confirme this just beleefe, that now
The last dayes came, wee saw heav'n did allow, 40
That, but from his aspect and exercise,
In peacefull times, Rumors of war did rise.
But now this faith is heresie: we must
Still stay, and vexe our great-grand-mother, Dust.
Oh, is God prodigall? hath he spent his store 45
Of plagues, on us; and onely now, when more
Would ease us much, doth he grudge misery;
And will not let's enjoy our curse; to dy?
As, for the earth throwne lowest downe of all,
T'were an ambition to desire to fall, 50
So God, in our desire to dye, doth know
Our plot for ease, in being wretched so.
Therefore we live; though such a life wee have,
As but so many mandrakes on his grave.
What had his growth, and generation done, 55
When, what we are, his putrefaction
Sustaines in us; Earth, which griefes animate?
Nor hath our world now, other Soule then that.
And could griefe get so high as heav'n, that Quire,
Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 60
(With griefe to see him) hee had staid below,
To rectifie our errours, They foreknow.
Is th'other center, Reason, faster then?
Where should we looke for that, now we'are not men?
