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3.3.2: The Sun Rising

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    BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,

    Why dost thou thus,

    Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?

    Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?

    Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

    Late school-boys and sour prentices,

    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,

    Call country ants to harvest offices;

    Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

    Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

    Thy beams so reverend, and strong

    Why shouldst thou think?

    I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

    But that I would not lose her sight so long.

    If her eyes have not blinded thine,

    Look, and to-morrow late tell me,

    Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine

    Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.

    Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,

    And thou shalt hear, “All here in one bed lay.”

    She’s all states, and all princes I;

    Nothing else is;

    Princes do but play us; compared to this,

    All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.

    Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,

    In that the world’s contracted thus;

    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

    To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.

    Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;

    This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.


    This page titled 3.3.2: The Sun Rising is shared under a CC BY-SA license and was authored, remixed, and/or curated by Bonnie J. Robinson & Laura Getty (University of North Georgia Press) .

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