By
John Donne.
Therefore with thee triumpheth there
A Virgin Squadron of white
confessors,
Whose
bloods betrothed, not marryed were,
Tender'd, not taken by those
ravishers:
They know, and
pray, that wee may know,
In every
Christian
Hourly
tempestuous persecutions grow;
Tentations
martyr us
alive; A man
Is to himself e a Dioclesian.