{"id":22,"date":"2024-09-17T17:14:45","date_gmt":"2024-09-17T17:14:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities2024\/?page_id=22"},"modified":"2024-09-17T17:14:51","modified_gmt":"2024-09-17T17:14:51","slug":"to-his-mistress-going-to-bed","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.dickinson.edu\/digitalmethodsforthehumanities2024\/annotated-poems\/to-his-mistress-going-to-bed\/","title":{"rendered":"To His Mistress Going to Bed"},"content":{"rendered":"<header class=\"mb-1.5 md:mb-8\">\n<header class=\"grid gap-2\">\n<div class=\"grid gap-1 md:gap-2\">\n<div class=\"type-kappa text-gray-600\">By <a class=\"link-underline-off link-red\" href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poets\/john-donne\">John Donne<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/header>\n<\/header>\n<article class=\"mb-6 grid gap-12 md:mb-0\">\n<div class=\"relative\" data-v-1a293654=\"\">\n<div class=\"annotations-active\" data-v-1a293654=\"\">\n<div class=\"rich-text copy-large\" data-v-1a293654=\"\" data-v-5d42741a=\"\">\n<div class=\"poem-body\" data-v-5d42741a=\"\">\n<div><\/div>\n<p><div>Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,<\/div>\n<div>Until I labour, I in labour lie.<\/div>\n<div>The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,<\/div>\n<div>Is tir\u2019d with standing though he never fight.<\/div>\n<div>Off with that girdle, like heaven\u2019s Zone glistering,<\/div>\n<div>But a far fairer world encompassing.<\/div>\n<div>Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,<\/div>\n<div>That th\u2019eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.<\/div>\n<div>Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,<\/div>\n<div>Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.<\/div>\n<div>Off with that happy busk, which I envy,<\/div>\n<div>That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.<\/div>\n<div>Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,<\/div>\n<div>As when from flowery meads th\u2019hill\u2019s shadow steals.<\/div>\n<div>Off with that wiry Coronet and shew<\/div>\n<div>The hairy Diadem which on you doth grow:<\/div>\n<div>Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread<\/div>\n<div>In this love\u2019s hallow\u2019d temple, this soft bed.<\/div>\n<div>In such white robes, heaven\u2019s Angels used to be<\/div>\n<div>Received by men; Thou Angel bringst with thee<\/div>\n<div>A heaven like Mahomet\u2019s Paradise; and though<\/div>\n<div>Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know,<\/div>\n<div>By this these Angels from an evil sprite,<\/div>\n<div>Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Licence my roving hands, and let them go,<\/div>\n<div>Before, behind, between, above, below.<\/div>\n<div>O my America! my new-found-land,<\/div>\n<div>My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann\u2019d,<\/div>\n<div>My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie,<\/div>\n<div>How blest am I in this discovering thee!<\/div>\n<div>To enter in these bonds, is to be free;<\/div>\n<div>Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,<\/div>\n<div>As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth\u2019d must be,<\/div>\n<div>To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use<\/div>\n<div>Are like Atlanta\u2019s balls, cast in men\u2019s views,<\/div>\n<div>That when a fool\u2019s eye lighteth on a Gem,<\/div>\n<div>His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.<\/div>\n<div>Like pictures, or like books\u2019 gay coverings made<\/div>\n<div>For lay-men, are all women thus array\u2019d;<\/div>\n<div>Themselves are mystic books, which only we<\/div>\n<div>(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)<\/div>\n<div>Must see reveal\u2019d. Then since that I may know;<\/div>\n<div>As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew<\/div>\n<div>Thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,<\/div>\n<div>There is no penance due to innocence.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To teach thee, I am naked first; why then<\/div>\n<div>What needst thou have more covering than a man?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir\u2019d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven\u2019s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. 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