Holy Sonnets
(1) Holy Sonnet 1:"Thou hast made me, and shall thy
work decay?"
Thou hast made me, and shall
thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine
end doth haste,
I run to death, and death
meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are
like yesterday;
I dare not move my dim eyes
any way,
Despair behind, and death
before doth cast
Such terror, and my feeble
flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it
t'wards hell doth weigh;
Only thou art above, and
when towards thee
By thy leave I can look, I
rise again;
But our old subtle foe so
tempteth me,
That not one hour my self I
can sustain;
Thy Grace may wing me to
prevent his art,
And thou like Adamant draw
mine iron heart.
Plot Summary of
“Thou hast made me”:
The speaker
is talking to God. He tells God that his death is near. He feels that with all
of the sins he has committed he is leaning towards hell instead of heaven.
Satan has tempted him too much and he doesn’t know if he can even go an hour
without giving in to Satan’s evil ways. The speaker asks God to give him wings
so that he may ascend into heaven and prevent Satan from taking him to hell.
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(2)
Holy Sonnet 5: “I am a little world made cunningly”
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite ; But black sin hath betray'd to endless night My world's both parts, and, O, both parts must die. You which beyond that heaven which was most high Have found new spheres, and of new land can write, Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might Drown my world with my weeping earnestly, Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more. But O, it must be burnt ; alas ! the fire Of lust and envy burnt it heretofore, And made it fouler ; let their flames retire, And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal. |
(3) Holy Sonnet 9: “If poisonous minerals, and if that tree”
If
poisonous minerals, and if that tree
Whose
fruit threw death on else immortal us,
If
lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot
be damned, alas, why should I be?
Why should intent or reason, born
in me,
Make sins, else equal, in me more
heinous?
And mercy being easy and glorious
To God, in his stern wrath why
threatens he?
But who am I, that dare dispute
with thee,
O God? Oh! of thine only worthy blood,
And my tears, make a heavenly
Lethean flood,
And drown in it my sins' black
memory.
That thou remember them, some claim
as debt;
I think it mercy if thou wilt
forget.
(4) Holy Sonnet 10:"Death be not
proud, though some have called thee"
Death be not proud, though
some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for
thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st
thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet
canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which
but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from
thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men
with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and
soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate,
Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war,
and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can
make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke;
why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we
wake eternally,
And death shall be no more;
death, thou shalt die
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