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    At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.


    — John Donne

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    During this time Donne wrote but did not publish Biathanatos his defence of suicide. During his convalescence he wrote a series of meditations and prayers on health pain and sickness that were publiJohn Donned as a book in 1624 under the title of Devotions upon Emergent Occasions. Legacy
    Donne is commemorated as a priest in the calendar of the Church of England and in the Calendar of Saints of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America on 31 March.

    In 1615 he became an Anglican priest although he did not want to take Anglican orders. He is particularly famous for his mastery of metaphysical conceits. He also served as a member of parliament in 1601 and in 1614.

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