HOLY SONNETS John Donne

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  HOLY SONNETS John Donne I Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay? Repaire me now, for now mineend doth haste, I runne to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday; I dare not move my dimme eyes any way, Despaire behind, and death before doth … Doorgaan met het lezen van HOLY SONNETS John Donne