John Donne

“ Compar’d to these stormes, death is but a qualme,
Hell somewhat lightsome, and the’Bermuda calme.
Darknesse, lights elder brother, his birth-right
Claims o'er this world, and to heaven hath chas’d light.
All things are one, and that one none can be,
Since all formes uniforme deformity
Doth cover, so that wee, except God say
Another Fiat, shall have no more day. ”

“ By a worse painter made; and (without pride)
When by thy judgment they are dignifi’d,
My lines are such. 'Tis the preheminence
Of friendship onely to’impute excellence.
England, to whom we’owe, what we be, and have,
Said that her sonnes did seeke a forraine grave
(For, Fate's, or Fortune's drifts none can soothsay,
Honour and misery have one face, and way)
From out her pregnant intrailes sigh'd a winde,
Which at th'ayres middle marble roome did finde
Such strong resistance, that it selfe it threw
Downeward againe ”