2 28 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



So, in His purple wrapp'd, receive me, Lord ; 

 By these His thorns, give me His other crown ; 

 And as to others' souls I preach'd Thy Word, 

 Be this my text, my sermon to mine own : — 

 " Therefore that He may raise, the Lord throws 

 down." 



Note. — This hymn was written on Donne's death-bed. 



A Valediction forbidding Mourning 



As virtuous men pass mildly away 



And whisper to their souls to go, 



Whilst some of their sad friends do say, 



'' Now his breath goes," and some say, " No." 



So let us melt, and make no noise, 

 No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; 

 'Twere profanation of our joys 

 To tell the laity our love. 



Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; 

 Men reckon what it did and meant ; 

 But trepidation of the spheres. 

 Though greater far, is innocent. 



Dull sublunary lovers' love 

 Whose soul is sense — cannot admit 

 Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 

 The thing which elemented it. 



