By
John Donne.
This Soule, now free from prison, and passion,
Hath yet a little indignation
That so small hammers should so
soone downe beat
So great a castle. And having for her house
Got
the streight cloyster of a wreched mouse
(As basest men that have not
what to eate,
Nor enjoy ought, doe farre more hate the great
Than
they, who good repos'd estates possesse)
This Soule, late taught that
great things might by lesse
Be slain, to gallant mischiefs doth
herselfe addresses
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