And God have mercy on our souls

[sovay]

THOMAS.         Do you see those roofs and spires?
There sleep hypocrisy, porcous pomposity, greed,
Lust, vulgarity, cruelty, trickery, sham,
And all possible nitwittery—are you suggesting fifty
Years of that?

JENNET.          I was only suggesting fifty
Years of me.

One down, forty-nine to go.

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[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

Now, as in Tullia's tomb, one lamp burnt clear,
Unchanged for fifteen hundred year,
May these love-lamps we here enshrine,
In warmth, light, lasting, equal the divine.
Fire ever doth aspire,
And makes all like itself, turns all to fire,
But ends in ashes ; which these cannot do,
For none of these is fuel, but fire too.
This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts
Make of so noble individual parts
One fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.

(rest of eclogue here, since I'd never read the whole thing till just now: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/eclogue.php)

[sovay]

which these cannot do,
For none of these is fuel, but fire too.

Thank you.