...::::The Canonization:::...

              For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,

                    Or chide my palsy, or my gout,

                    My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,

              With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,

                         Take you a course, get you a place,

                         Observe his Honour, or his Grace,

              Or the King's real, or his stamped face

                    Contemplate, what you will, approve,

                    So you will let me love.

            Alas, alas, who's injur'd by my love?

                  What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?

                  Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?

            When did my colds a forward spring remove?

                       When did the heats which my veins fill

                       Add one more to the plaguy bill?

            Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still

                  Litigious men, which quarrels move,

                  Though she and I do love.

            Call us what you will, we are made such by love;

                  Call her one, me another fly,

                  We'are tapers too, and at our own cost die,

            And we in us find the'eagle and the dove.

                       The ph{oe}nix riddle hath more wit

                       By us; we two being one, are it.

            So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit,

                  We die and rise the same, and prove

                  Mysterious by this love.

            We can die by it, if not live by love,

                  And if unfit for tombs and hearse

                  Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;

            And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

                       We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;

                       As well a well-wrought urn becomes

            The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,

                  And by these hymns all shall approve

                  Us canoniz'd for love;

            And thus invoke us: "You, whom reverend love

                  Made one another's hermitage;

                  You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;

            Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove

                       Into the glasses of your eyes

                       (So made such mirrors, and such spies,

            That they did all to you epitomize)

                  Countries, towns, courts: beg from above

                  A pattern of your love!"