| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| John Donne |
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| 69. "Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay?" |
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| THOU hast made me, And shall thy worke decay? | |
| Repaire me now, for now mine end doth haste, | |
| I runne to death, and death meets me as fast, | |
| And all my pleasures are like yesterday; | |
| I dare not move my dimme eyes any way, | 5 |
| Despaire behind, and death before doth cast | |
| Such terrour, and my feeble flesh doth waste | |
| By sinne in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh; | |
| Onely thou art above, and when towards thee | |
| By thy leave I can looke, I rise againe; | 10 |
| But our old subtle foe so tempteth me, | |
| That not one houre my selfe I can sustaine; | |
| Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art, | |
| And thou like Adamant draw mine iron heart. | |
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