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.

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