John Donne, An Anatomy of the World

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And new philosophy calls all in doubt,

The element of fire is quite put out;

The sun is lost, and th’earth, and no man’s wit

Can well direct him where to look for it.

And freely men confess that this world’s spent,

When in the Planets and the Firmament

They seek so many new; they see that this

Is crumbled out again to his Atomies.

‘Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone;

All just supply, and all Relation;

Prince, Subject, Father, Son, are things forgot,

For every man alone thinks he hath got

To be a Phoenix, and that then can be

None of that kind, of which he is, but he.

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— Fragment from John Donne, An Anatomy of the World (1611)