| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Divine Poems | | 1. La Corona |
| | | Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise, | |
| Weaved in my lone 1 devout melancholy, | |
| Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury, | |
| All changing unchanged Ancient of days. | |
| But do not with a vile crown of frail bays | 5 |
| Reward my Muse’s white sincerity; | |
| But what Thy thorny crown gain’d, that give me, | |
| A crown of glory, which doth flower always. | |
| The ends crown our works, but Thou crown’st our ends, | |
| For at our ends 2 begins our endless rest. | 10 |
| The first last end, now zealously possess’d, | |
| With a strong sober thirst my soul attends. | |
| ’Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high; | |
| Salvation to all that will is nigh. | |
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