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Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C.  1921.
 
John Donne
 
15. The Funerall
 
WHO ever comes to shroud me, do not harme 
      Nor question much 
That subtile wreath of haire, which crowns my arme; 
The mystery, the signe you must not touch, 
      For'tis my outward Soule,         5
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, 
      Will leave this to controule, 
And keepe these limbes, her Provinces, from dissolution. 
  
For if the sinewie thread my braine lets fall 
      Through every part,  10
Can tye those parts, and make mee one of all; 
These haires which upward grew, and strength and art 
      Have from a better braine, 
Can better do'it; Except she meant that I 
      By this should know my pain,  15
As prisoners then are manacled, when they'are condemn'd to die. 
  
What ere shee meant by'it, bury it with me, 
      For since I am 
Loves martyr, it might breed idolatrie, 
If into others hands these Reliques came;  20
      As'twas humility 
To afford to it all that a Soule can doe, 
      So,'tis some bravery, 
That since you would save none of mee, I bury some of you. 
 
 
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