Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII)
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- #2As due by many titles I resigne (Holy Sonnet 2)
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- #3O might those sighes and teares returne againe (Holy Sonnet III)
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- #4Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned (Holy Sonnet IV)
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- #5I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)
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- #7What if this present were the worlds last night? (Holy Sonnet VIII)
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- #10Why are wee by all creatures waited on? (Holy Sonnet XII)
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- #11Batter my heart, three-person’d God (Holy Sonnet XIV)
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- #12Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest (Holy Sonnet XV)
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- #13Father, part of his double interest (Holy Sonnet XVI)
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- #14Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII)
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- #15Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. (Holy Sonnet XVIII)
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- #16Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one (Holy Sonnet XIX)
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Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII) by John Donne
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Sonnet XVII “Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt” and the following sonnet (XVIII) were discovered in a manuscript in 1892 and added to the 19 sonnets that comprise Donne’s Holy Sonnets (12 of which were first published under the title in 1633).
Among the sonnets, this one is extremely p...
Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII) Annotated
Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her Soule early into heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
Here the admyring her my mind did whett
To seeke thee God; so streames do shew their head;
But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed,
A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yet.
But why should I begg more Love, when as thou
Dost wooe my soule for hers; offring all thine:
And dost not only feare least I allow
My Love to Saints and Angels things divine,
But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
Least in the World. Fleshe, yea Devill put thee out.