poketroket

Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windowes, and through curtains call on us?...

Thye beames, so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou thinke?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke...

Thou sunne art half as happy'as wee,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee
To warme the world, thats done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art every where;
this bed thy center is, these walls, they spheare.


John Donne.