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Doe waste the braine) make silence a safe way, 

 To inlarge the Soule from these walls, mud and 



clay, 

 (Materials of this body) to remaine 

 With Donne in heaven, where no promiscuous pain 

 Lessens the joy we have, for, with him, all 

 Are satisfy 'd with joyes essentiall. 



Dwell on this joy my thoughts ; oh, doe not 

 call 

 Griefe back, by thinking of his Funerall ; 

 Forget hee lov'd mee ; waste not my sad yeares ; 

 (Which haste to Davids seventy), fill'd with feares 

 And sorrow for his death ; Forget his parts. 

 Which find a living grave in good men's hearts ; 

 And (for, my first is dayly payd for sinne) 

 Forget to pay my second sigh for him : 

 Forget his powerfull preaching ; and forget 

 I am his Convert. Oh my frailty ! let 

 My flesh be no more heard, it will obtrude 

 This lethargy : so should my gratitude. 

 My vows of gratitude should so be broke ; 

 Which can no more be, than Donnes vertues spoke 

 By any but himself; for which cause, I 

 Write no Encomium, but this Elegie, 

 Which, as a free-will-offring, I here give 

 Fame, and the world, and parting with it grieve 

 I want abilities, fit to set forth 

 A monument, great, as Donnes matchless worth. 



Iz. Wa. 



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