John Donne Poem

When senses, which thy soldiers are

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When senses, which thy soldiers are,
We arm against thee, and they fight for sin,
When want, sent but to tame, doth war
And work despair a breach to enter in,
When plenty, God’s image, and seal
Makes us idolatrous,
And love it, not him, whom it should reveal,
When we are moved to seem religious
Only to vent wit, Lord deliver us.

Of the Progress of the Soul: The Second Anniversary
THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY

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