Footnotes
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Campbell: Ye Mariners of England.
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DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.
He was the Word, that spake it:
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.[177:1]
Divine Poems. On the Sacrament.
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
That one might almost say her body thought.
Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.
She and comparisons are odious.[177:2]
Elegy 8. The Comparison.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177:3]
The Triple Fool.