As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
The breath goes now, and some say, No;
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
The breath goes now, 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.
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
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John Donne (1572-1631): “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning”
I and some friends of mine had the privilege to follow Poetry's class "Major Authors: John Donne, poet and preacher" in the purpose-built (selfmade) room "Deanery" at the University of Helsinki.
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