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TH E COMPLETE POET R Y AN D SELECTED PROSE OF John Dorine &

TH E COMPLETE POET R Y OF William

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WITH AN INTRODU C TION BY Robert Silliman Hillyer

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INTRODVCTION by Robert Silliman Hillyer

THE COMPLETE POETRY AND SELECTED PROSE OF

THE POEMS

SONGS AND SONETS The Good-morrow 3 Song 3 Womans Constancy 4 The Undertaking S The Sunne rising 6 The Indifferent 6 Loves Usury 7 8 The Triple Foote 9 Lovers infiniteuesse Io Song II The Legacie I 2 A Feaver I3 Aire and Angells I3 Breake of Day 14 The Anniversarie IS A Valediction: of my name, in the window 16 T wicknam Garden 18 A Valediction: of the booke I9 Communitie 21 Loves Growth 21 Loves Exchange 22 Confined Love 23 The Drearne 24 A Valediction: of weeping 25 Loves Alchymie 26 26 v CONTE NTS vii vi CON TENT S S4 The Curse 27 Raderus The Message 28 Mercurius Gallo-Beligicus S4 Ralphius SS A Nocturnall upon S. Lucies Day 29 The Lier SS Witchcraft by a Picture 30 The Baite 30 The Apparition 3I E LEGIES The Broken Heart 32 A Valediction: forbidding mourning 33 I. Jealosie s6 The Extasie 34 II. The Anagram S7 Loves Deitie 36 III. Change s8 Loves Diet 37 IV. The Perfume S9 The Will 38 V. His Pidure 6I The Funeral! 39 VI. Oh, Let Mee Not Serve 62 The Blossome 40 VII. Natures Lay Ideot 63 The Primrose 4I VIII. The Comparison 64 The Relique 42 IX. The Autumnall 6s The Dampe 43 X. 'Ihe Dreame 67 The Dissolution 44 XI. The Bracelet 68 A ]eat Ring sent 44 XII. His parting from her 7I Negative Love 4S XIII. Julia 73 The Prohibition 4S XIV. A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife 74 The Expiration 46 XV. The Expostulation 76 The Computation 47 XVI. On his Mistris 78 The Paradox 47 XVII. Variety 79 Farewell to Love 48 XVIII. Loves Progress 82 A Lecture upon the Shadow 49 XIX. To his Mistris going to Bed 84 Sonnet. The Token so XX. Loves Warr 8S Selfe Love so H EROICALL EPISTLE EPIGRAMS Sapho to Phil~s Hero and Leander S2 Pyramus and Thisbe s2 Niobe s2 E PITHALAMIONS A Burnt Ship s2 Fall of a Wall s2 On the Lady Elizabeth and Count Palatine (I6I3) 89 A Lame Begger S3 Ecclogue (r6r3) 92 Cales and Guyana S3 Epithalamion (16I3) 9S Sir John Wingefield S3 Epithalamion made at Lincolnes Inne (after rs92) I OO A Selfe Accuser S3 A Licentious Person S3 S ATYRES Antiquary S3 Disinherited S4 I04 Phryne I. Away thou /Otldling motley humorist S4 II. Sir; though (I thanke God /or it) I07 An Obscure Writer S4 III. Kinde pitty chokes my spleene IQ9 Klockius S4 viii CONTENTS CONTENTS ix IV. Well,- I may now receive, and die 112 To the Countesse of Bedford: V. Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe 118 Honour is so } ) Upon Mr. Thomas Coryats Crudities 120 Thouglt l be dead (c. 16II·I2 157-I58 In Etindem Macaronicon 122 To the Lady Carey (c. I611-12) I59 To the Countesse of Salisbury (I6I4) I61 I63 VERS E L ETTERS To the Lady Bedford (c. 1609)

To Mr. Christopher Brooke: AN ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD The Stonne 123 The First Anniversary (I611) The Cahne 125 To the Countesse of Huntingdon (c. 1597) 126 To Sir Henry Wotton (c. 1597-8) I29 THE PROGRESSE 01' THE To Sir Henry Goodyere (c. 1605-8) I3I SOULE To Mr. Rowland Woodward (c. 1599) I33 18I To Sir Henry Wootton (c. 1597-8) 134 The Second Anniversary (1612) Henrico Wottoni (1599) 135 To the Countesse of Bedford: EPICEDES AND OBSEQUIES Madame, Reason is } Madame, you have reftn'd (c. 1607-8) I35-137 Elegie upon Prince Henry (I612) 196 To Sir Edward Herbert (1610) 139 Obsequies to the Lord Harrington To the Countesse of Bedford: (1614) I99 T'have written then (after 1609) I40 Elegie on the Lady Marckham (I609) 205 This twilight (after 1600) 142 Elegie on Mistris Boulstred (1609) 207 To the Countesse of Huntingdon (c. 1614-1 5) 144 Elegie: Death [Lady Marckham, To Mr. T[homas] W[oodward]: 1609?] . 209 All haile sweet Poet } Elegie on the L[ord] C[hamberlam] Haste thee harsh verse (1596) 2IO Pregnant again (c. 1598-1608) An Hymne to the Saints (I625) 2II At once, from hence To Mr. R[owland] W[oodward]: EPITAPHS Zealously my Muse l 2I3 Muse not S (c. 1597-1608) 149 On Himselfe Omnibus 2I3 To Mr. C[hristopher] B[rooke] (c. 1597-1608) 149 To Mr. E[dward] G[ilpin?] (c. 1597-1'608) 150 THE PROGRESSE 01' THE SOULE (I60I) To Mr. R [owland] W[oodward]: If, as mine is Kindly, I envy !(c . 1597·16°8) 150-15I DIVINE POEMS To Mr. S[amuel] B rooke?] (c. 1597-1608) I52 To E[arl] of D[orset] 232 To Mr. I. L.: To the Lady Magdalen Herbert 232 Of that short } 233 1 608 La Corona Blest are your (c . . 597·I ) 152-153 Annunciation 233 To Mr. B[asil] B [rooke?J (c. I597· Nativitie 233 I6o8) 153 Temple 234 To Sir H[enry] W[otton] (1604) 154 Crucifying 234 To Mrs. M[agdalen] H [erbert] (c. Resurrection 235 1604) 155 Ascention 235 x CON TEN TS CONTENTS xi That a wise Man is known by much laughing I. Thou hast made me 236 That the Gifts of the Body are better II. 236 than those of the Minde III. Oh might those sighes 237 That Virginity is a Vertue IV. Oh my blacke Soule 237 Why Puritans make long Sermons? V. I am a little world 237 Why hath the common Opinion af- VI. This ls my playes 238 forded Women Soules? VII. At the round earths 238 Why is Venus-star multinominous ... ? VIII. If f aithfull soules 239 Why doth the Poxe soe much affect to IX. If poysonous mineralls 239 undermine the Nose? X. 239 Why are Courtiers sooner Atheists ... ? XI. Spit in my face 240 XII. Why are wee by all 240 MISCELLANEOUS PROSE XIII. Wlzat if this present were 24I XIV. Batter my lzeart 24I Newes from the very Countrey • 292 XV. Wilt thou love God 24I The Character of a Scot at the first XVI. Father, part of 242 sight 293 XVII. Since she whom I lov'd 242 The True Character of a Dunce 293 XVIII. Show me deare Christ 243 An Essay of Valour 295 XIX. Oh, to vex me 243 Preface and extract from Bia8anato~ 297 Five Prayers from 303 The Crosse 243 Resurrection, imperfect 245 Upon the Annuntiation and Passion 246 MEDITATIONS FROM 'DEVO­ TIONS UPON EMERGENT Good Friday, I6I3. Riding Westward 247 The Litanie 248 OCCASIONS ' Upon the Translation of the Psalmes 256 SERMONS To Mr. Tilman 257 A Hymne to Christ 259 Passage from a Sermon to the King at The Lamentations of Jeremy 260 Whitehall, I625 Hymne to God my God 27I Passages from a Sermon of Commem- A Hymne to God the Father 272 oration, 1627 Passages from Six Sermons, I634 L A T I N P 0 E M S A N D T R A N S L A­ Passages from Eighty Sermons, I640 T I 0 NS 273 Passages from Fifty Sermons, 1649 Passages from Twenty-six Sermons, I66o THE PROSE Death's Duel

PARADOXES AND PROBLEMES A Defence of Womens Inconstancy 277 That Women ought to paint 279 That Good is more Common than Evil 280 That it is possible to finde some Vertue in some Women That Nature is our worst Guide CONTENTS xii1 xii CONTENTS Visions of the Daughters of 663 America 669 THE COMPLETE POETRY OF Europe 678 WI LL/AM BLAKE The First Book of U rizen 686 The Book of 701 ... The Book of 708 713 , or The Four Zoas 717 Miscellaneous Poems 493 King Edward the Third 510 Milton 837 Prologue to King Edward the Fourth 527 Jerusalem 893 1020 Prologue to King John 527 For the Sexes: The Gates of Paradise A. War Song to Englishmen 528 The Laocoon Group IO:Z:Z I025 The Couch of Death 529 On Homer's Poetry and on Virgil 1026 Contemplation 530 The Ghost of Abel Samson 53I E PIGRAMS, VERSES, AND SONGS OF lNNOCENCE AND OF FRAGMENTS 1029 EXPERIENCE

Songs of Innocence 535 M ARGINALIA Songs of Experience 547 Epigrams and Verses on Reynolds 1042 To Venetian Artists 1045 POEMS AND FRAGMENTS Poems written in a copy of "Poetical Sketches" Poems from MSS., c. 1 793' Lines for the Illustrations to Gray's Poems Poems from MSS., c. 1800-3 Dedication of the Illustrations to Blair's Grave 602 Poems from MSS., c. 1810 6o3

THE EvERLA~rtNG GOSPEL

DIDACTIC AND SYMBOLICAL WORKS There is no Natural Religion 6I9 620 62I The Book of The! 632. The French Revolution 636 The Marriage of Heaven and Hell 650 A Song of•Liberty 66I AN ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD This World, in that great earthquake languished; For in a common bath of teares it bled, Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out: But succour'd then with a _peri;~l exed d~bt, Whether the world did lose, or gaine in this, (Because since now no other way there is, But goodnesse, to see her, whom all would see, All must endeavour to be good as shee,) This great consumption to a fever tum'd, And so the world had fits; it joy'd, it mourn'd; And, as men thinke, that Agues physick are, And th'Ague being spent, give over care, So thou sicke World, mistak'st thy selfe to bee Well, when alas, thou'rt in a Lethargie. Her death did wound and tame thee then, and then Thou might'st have better spar'd the Sunne, or Man. That wound was deep, but 'tis more misery, That thou hast lost thy sense and memory. iTwas heavy then to heare thy voyce of mone, But this is worse, that thou art speechlesse growne. Thou hast forgot thy name, thou hadst; thou wast Nothing but shee, and her thou hast o'rpast. For as a child kept from the Font, u'ntill A prince, expected long, come to fulfill The ceremonies, thou unnam'd had'st laid, Had not her comming, thee her Palace made: Her name defin'd thee, gave thee fonne, and frame, And thou forgett'st to celebrate thy name. Some moneths she hath beene dead (but being dead, Measures of times are all determined) But long she'ath beene away, long, long, yet_ none Offers to tell us who it is that's gone. But as in states doubtful} of future heires, When !icknesse without remedie empaires The present Prince, they're loth it should be said, The Prince doth languish, or the Prince is dead: So mankinde feeling now a generall thaw, A strong example gone, equall to law, The Cyment which did faithfully compact, And glue all vertues, now resolv'd, and slack'd, Thought it some blaspbemy to say sh'was dead, A N ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD 168 JOHN DONNE Or that our weaknesse was discovered ·That we are never well, nor can be so? In that confession; therefore spoke no more Wee are borne ruinous: poor mothers cry, Than tongues, the Soule being gone, the losse deplore. That children come not right, nor orderly; But though it be too late to succour thee Except they headlong come and fall u~n Sicke World, yea, dead, yea putrifi.ed, si~ce shee An ominous precipitation. Thy'intrinsique balme, and thy preservative, How witty's ruine how importunate Can never be renew'd, thou never live Upon mankindel it labour'd to frustrate \ I (since no man can make thee live) ~ill try, Even Gods purpose; and made woman, sent What wee may gaine by thy Anatomie. For mans reliefe cause of his languishment. Her death hath taught us dearely, that thou art They were to g~ ends, and they are so still, Corrupt and mortal! in thy purest part. But accessory, and principall in ill; · Let no man say, the world it selfe being dead For that first marriage was our funerall: One woman at one blow, then kill'd us all, 'Tis labour lost to have discovered ' • The worlds infirmities, since there is none And singly, one by one, they kill us now. Alive to study this dissection; . We doe delightfully our selves allow . To that consumption; and profusely blmde, For there's a kinde of World remaining still, Though shee which did inanimate anct fill Wee kill our selves to propagate our kinde. The world, be gone, yet in this last long , And yet we do not that; we ~re not ~en: Her Ghost doth walke; that is, a glimmering light , There is not now that mankmde, which was then, A faint weake love of vertue, and of good, ' When as, the Sunne and man did seeme to str~ve, (Joynt tenants of the world) who should survive; Reflects from her, on them which understood Her worth; and though she have shut in all day, When Stagge, and Raven, and the long-liv'd tree, J'he .twilight-of heI memory doth st.3y; Comp~r'd with man·, dy'd in minoritie; When if a slow pac'd starre had stolne away Which, from the carcasse of the old world free 1 Creates a new world, and new creatures bee' ' From the observers marking, he might stay Produc'd: the matter and the stuffe of this, Two or three hundred years to see't' againe, Her vertue, and the forme our practice is: And then make up his observation plaine; And though to be thus elemented, arme When as the age was long, the sise was great; These creatures, from home-borne intrinsique harme Mans'growth confess'd, and recompenc'd the meat; (For all a.5sum'd unto this dignitie, ' So spacious and large, that every Soule So many weedlesse Paradises bee, Did a faire Kingdome, and large Realme controule: Which of themselves produce no venemous sinne, And when the very stature, thus erect, Except some forraine Serpent bring it in) Did that soule a good way towards heaven direct. Yet, because outward stormes the strongest breake, Where is this mankinde now? who lives to age, And strength it selfe by confidence growes weake, Fit to be made !If etlzusalem bis pager This new world may be safer, being told Alas we scarce live long enough to try The d'1ngers and diseases of the old: Wh:ther a true made clocke run right, or lie. For with due temper men doe then forgoe, Old Grandsires talke of yesterday with sorrow, Or covet things, when they their true worth know. And for our children wee reserve to morrow. There is no health; Physitians say that wee, So short is life, that every peasant strive.s, At best, enjoy but a neutralitie. In a tome house, or field, to have three hves. And can there be worse sicknesse, than to know J OIIN DO N NE AN ANA TO MI E O F TH E W O RL D And as b. lasting, so in length is man Shee in whom vertue was so much refin'd, Contracted to an inch, who was a spanne; That for Allay unto so pure a m inde For had a man at first in forrests stray'd, Shee tooke the weaker Sex; shee that could drive Or shipwrack'd in the Sea, one would have laid The poysonous tincture, and the staine of Eve, A wager, that an Elephant, or Whale, Out of her thoughts, and deeds; and purifie That met him, would not hastily assaile All, by a true r eligious Alchymie; . A thing so equall to him: now alas, Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead: when thou knowest thJS, The Fairies, and the Pigmies well may passe I Thou knowest how poore a trifling thing man is. As credible; mankinde decayes so soone, And learn'st t hus much by our Anatomie, We'are scarce our Fathers shadowes cast at noone: T he heart being perish'd, no part can be free. Onely death addes t'our length: nor are wee growne And that except thou feed (not banquet) o n In stature to be men, till we are none. The supematurall food, Religion, But this were light, did our lesse volume hold • Thy better Growth growes withered, and scant; All the old Text; or had wee chang'd to gold Be more than man, or thou'rt lesse than an Ant. Their silver; or dispos'd into lesse glasse Then, as mankinde, so is the worlds whole frame Spirits of vertue, which then scatter'd was. Quite out of joynt, almost created lame: But 'tis not so: w'are not retir'd, but dampt; For, before God had made up all the rest, And as our bodies, so our mindes are crampt: Corruption entred, and deprav'd the best: 'Tis shrinking, not close weaving that hath thus, It seis'd the Angels, and then first of all In minde, and body both bedwarfed us. The world did in her cradle take a fall, Wee seeme ambitious, Gods whole worke t'undoe; And tum'd her braines, and tooke a generall maimt , Of nothing bee made us, and we strive too, Wronging each joynt of th'universall frame. To bring our selves to nothing ha.eke ; and wee The noblest part, man, felt it first; and then Doe what wee can, to do't so soone as bee. Both beasts and plants, curst in the curse of man. With new diseases on our selves we warre, So did the world from the first houre decay, And with new Physicke, a worse Engin farre. That evening was beginning of the day, Thus man, this worlds Vice-Emperour, in whom And now the Springs and Sommers which we see, All faculties, all graces are at home ; Like sonnes of women after fiftie bee. And if in other creatures they appeare, f And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, T hey're but mans Ministers, and Legats there, The Element of fire is quite put out; To worke on their rebellions, and reduce The Sun is lost and th'earth, and no mans wit Them to Civility, and t o mans use: Can well direct him where to looke for it. This man, whom God did wooe, and loth t'attend And freely men confesse that this world's spent, Till man came up, did downe to man descend, When in the Planets, and the Firmament This man, so great, that all that is, is his, They seeke so many new; then see that this Oh what a trifle, and poore thing he is! Is crumbled out againe to his Atomies. If man were any thing, he'5 nothing now: 'Tis all in pe_eces, all cohaerence gone; Helpe, or at least some time to wast, allow All just supply, and all Relation: · T'his other wants, yet when he did depart Prince, Subject, Father, Sonne, are things forgot, With her whom we lament, bee lost his heart. For every man alone thinkes he hath got She, of whom th' seem'd to prophesie, To be a Phrenix, and that then can bee When they call'd vertues by the name of shee; None of that kinde, of which he is, but bee. AN ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD 175 174 JOHN DONNE Mercury, That those two legges whereon it"doth rely, As gold falls sicke being stung with Reward and punishment are bent awry. All the worlds parts of such complexion bee. first weeke, And, Oh, it can no more be questioned, When nature was most busie, the That beauties best, proportion, is dead, Swadling the new borne earth, God seem'd to like and play, Since even griefe it selfe, which now alone That she should sport her selfe sometimes, Is left us, is without proportion. To mingle, and vary colours every day: make inow, Shee by whose lines proportion should bee And then, as though shee could not H imselfe his various Rainbow did allow. Examin'd, measure of all Sym~tree , Whom had that Ancient seen, who thought soules made Sight is the noblest sense of any one, Of Harmony, he would at next have said Yet sight hath only colour to feed on, That Harmony was shee, and thence infer, And colour is decai'd: summers robe growes showes. That soules were but Resultances from her Duskie, and like an oft dyed garment to spred, And did from her into our bodies goe, ' Our blushing red, which us'd in cheekes are red. As to our eyes, the formes from objects flow: Is inward sunke, and only our soules Shee, who if those great Doctors truly said Perchance the world might have recovered, beene dead: That the Arke to mans proportions was made, If she whom we lament had not red, and blew Had been a type for that, as that might be But sbee, in whom all white, and A type of her in this, that contrary (Beauties ingredients) voluntary grew, Both Elements, and Passions liv'd at peace As in an unvext Paradise; from whom In her, who caus'd all Civill war to cease. Did all things verdure, and their lustre come, Shee, after whom, what forme soe'r we see Whose composition was miraculous, Is discord, and rude incongruitie; ' Being all colour, all Diaphanous, Shee, shee is dead, shee's dead; when thou knowst this, (For Ayre, and Fire but thick grosse bodies were, and pale to her,) Thou knowst how ugly a monster this world is: And liveliest stones but drowsie, sbee, is dead; shee's dead: when thou know'st this, And learn'st thus much by our Anatomie, Shee, That here is nothing to enamour thee: Thou know'st bow wan a Ghost this our world is: And that, not only faults in inward parts, And leam'st thus much by our Anatomie, Corruptions in our braines, or in our hearts, That it should more affright, than pleasure thee. Poysoning the fountaines, whence our actions , And that, since all faire colour then did sinke, Endanger us: but that if every thing 'Tis now but wicked vanitie, to thinke Be not done fitly'and in proportion, To colour vicious deeds with good pretence, To satisfie wise, and good lookers on Or with bought colors to illude mens sense. · (Since most men be such as most thi~ke they bee) Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares, They're lothsome to, by this Deformitee. Than that her influence the beav'n forbeares, For good, and well, must in our actions meete· Or that the Elements doe not feele this, Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet. ' The father, or the mother barren is. But beauties other second Element, The cloudes conceive not raine, or doe not powre, Colour, and lustre now, is as neere spent. In the due birth, downe the balmy showre; And had the world his just proportion, Th'Ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth, seasons, and give all things bir.th; Were it a ring still, yet the stone is gone. To hatch her but are tombes; As a compassionate Turcoyse which doth tell Spring-times were common cradles, false-conceptions fill the generall wombes; By looking pale, the wearer is not well, And JOHN DONNE AN ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD 177 Th'Ayre showes such Meteors, as none can see, And leam'st thus much by our Anatomy, Not only what they meane, but what they bee; That 'tis in vaine to dew, or mollifie Earth such new wormes, as would have troubled much It with thy teares, or sweat, or blood: nothing Th'JEgyptian Mages to have made more such. Is worth our travaile, griefe, or perishing, What Artist now dares boast that he can bring But those rich joyes, which did possesse her heart, Heaven hither, or constellate any thing, Of which she's now partaker, and a part. So as the influence of those starres may bee But as in cutting up a man that's dead, Imprison'd in an Hearbe, or Channe, or Tree, The body will not last out, to have read And doe by touch, all which those stars could doe? On every part, and therefore men direct The art is lost, and correspondence too. Their speech to parts, that are of most effect; For heaven gives little, and the earth takes lesse So the worlds carcasse would not last, if I And man least knowes their trade and purposes: Were punctuall in this natomy; If this commerce twixt heaven and earth were not Nor smels it well to hearers, if one tell Embarr'd, and all this traffique quite forgot, Them their disease, who faine would think t~ey're well. She, for whose losse we have lamented thus Here therefore be the end: And, blessed maid, Would worke more fully, and pow'rfully on ~s: Of whom is meant what ever hath been said, Since herbes, and roots, by dying lose not all, Or shall be spoken well by any tongue, But they, yea Ashes too, are medicinall, Whose name refines course lines, and makes prose song, Death could not quench her vertue so, but that Accept this tribute, and his first yeares rent, It would be (if not follow'd) wondred at: Who till his darke short tapers end be spent, And .all the world would be one dying Swan, As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth, To smg her funerall praise, and vanish then. Will yearely celebrate thy second birth, But as some Serpents poyson hurteth not That is, thy death; for though the soule of man Except it be from the live Serpent shot, ' Be got when man is made, 'tis borne but then So doth her vertue need her here, to fit When man doth die; our body's as the wombe, That unto us; shee working more than it. And, as a Mid-wife, death directs it home. But shee, in whom to such maturity And you her creatures, whom she workes upon, Vertue was growne, past growth, that it must die; And have your last, and best concoction Shee, from whose influence all Impressions came From her example, and her vertue, if you But, by Receivers impotencies, lame, ' In reverence to her, do thinke it due, Who, though she could not transubstantiate That no one should her praises thus rehearse, All states to gold, yet guilded every state As matter fit for Chronicle, not verse; So that some Princes have some temper~ce; Vouchsafe to call to minde that God did make Some Counsellers some purpose to advance A last, and lasting'st peece, a song. He spake The common profit; and some people have To /i! oses to deliver unto all, Some stay, no more than Kings should That give, to crave; song 1 because hee knew they would let fall Some women have some taciturnity, The Law, the Prophets, and the History, Some nunneries some graines of chastitie. But keepe the song still in their memory: She that did thus much, and much more could doe Such an opinion (in due measure) made But that our age was Iron, and rustie too ' Me this great Office boldly to invade: Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead; when th~u knowst this Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre Thou knowst how drie a Cinder this world is. ' Mee, from thus trying to em prison her,