Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

The Soule

II. John Donne

THEE, eye of heaven, this great soule envies not;

By thy male force is all wee have begot;

In the first East thou now begins to shine;

Suck’st early balme, and island spices there;

And wilt anon, in thy loose-rein’d careere

At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danon dine,

And see at night thy Westerne land of Myne:

Yet hast thou not more nations seene than shee,

That before thee one day beganne to bee,

And, thy fraill light being quenched, shall long, long outlive thee.