Made one another’s hermitage;
You to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world’s soul contract and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize),
Countries, towns, courts. Beg from above
A pattern of your love!”
According to Walton, it was to his wife that Donne addressed the beautiful verses beginning:
Sweetest love, I do not go