Elegy XIX:
To His Mistress Going to Bed

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labor, I in labor lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir'd with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven's Zone glittering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopt there. Unlace your self, for that harmonious chime, Tells me from you, that now it is bed time. Off with that happy busk, which I envie, That still can be, and still can stand so nigh. Your gown going off, such beautious state reveals, As when from flow'ry meads th'hills shadow steals. Off with that wiry Coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow: Now off with those shoes, and then softly tread In this, love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed. In such white robes, heaven's Angels us'd to be Receiv'd by men: thou Angel bringst with thee? A heaven like Mahomet's Paradice, and though Ill spirits walk in white, we eas'ly know, By this these Angels from an evil sprite, Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.      License my roving hands, and let them go, Behind, before, above, between, below. O my America! my new-found-land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man man'd, My mine of precious stones: my emperie, How blest am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.      Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be, To taste whole joyes. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in mens views, That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem, His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them: Like pictures or like books gay coverings made For lay-men, are all women thus array'd. Themselves are mystick books, which only wee (Whom their imputed grace will dignify) Must see rever'd. Then since that I may know; As liberally, as to a midwife show Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, There is no penance due to innocence.      To teach thee I am naked first; why than, What needst thou have more covering then a man? John Donne 1699