I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.

1572 - 1631/Male/EnglishA poet and cleric, Donne wrote secular poems as well as erotic and love poems, and is known for his mastery of metaphysical conceits.
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesThis is my play's last scene; here heavens appointMy pilgrimage's last mile; and my race,
If poisonous minerals, and if that treeWhose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
If poisonous minerals, and if that treeWhose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
I fix mine eye on thine, and therePity my picture burning in thine eye;
Busy old fool, unruly sun,Why dost thou thus,