John Donne

“ Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."
⁠She's all states, and all princes I;
⁠Nothing else is;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
⁠Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
⁠In that the world's contracted thus;
⁠Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
⁠To warm the world, that's done in warming us. ”

“ Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? ”