Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
More verses by John Donne
- Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned
- A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
- Ode
- A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne
- Love's Exchange