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Over the centuries, many poets have emerged with master
pieces of play on words. In years past, artists and poets were
hailed like modern-day celebrities. Today, however, few of these
names stick strongly with everyday recognition aside from the common Van Gogh, Da Vinci, or Shakespeare.
One man that has endured through the cracks of time, however, is John Donne. Known for his poems about love, religion, and
death, many folks today still marvel and speculate what his poems, sermons, and essays have to tell. With a personal life
story as interesting as his poems, he gives plenty for people to explore.
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To have lived eminent, in a degree
Beyond our lofti'st flights, that is, like Thee
Or t' have had too much merit, is not safe;
For such excesses find no Epitaph.
At common graves we have Poetic eyes
Can melt themselves in easy Elegies.
But at Thine, Poem, or Inscription
(Rich soul of wit, and language) we have none.
Indeed, a silence does that tomb befit,
Where is no Herald left to blazon it.
To the Memory of My Ever desired Friend Doctor Donne.
By Henry King (1631)
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