Dear sir John Donne

To my fellow poet John Donne,

I write to inform thee of ye superb composition aptly titled “Meditation XVII”. Ideas coming from only deep thought, with thy apparent knowledge of the number of people who fathom daily, gives thee right to call it a meditation. In thy account, ye dictates of a spiritual calling God yerns for thee, solely revealing itself through series of hardships and troubles. Even though they are all close and sincere to thee, thy addiction to all things sweet is apparent. True meaning doth come whence thy soul doth separate from these things. Yes, true revelation draws nearer when depth and advancement of ye heart and soul transcends thy things. For ...