"Busy old fool, unruly sun,Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through curtains call on us?" These lines are written by -

These lines are written by John Donne in his poem 'The Sun Rising'
- John Donne is a leading English poet of the Metaphysical school and dean of St. 
- Donne is often considered the greatest love poet in the English language.
- He is also noted for his religious verse and treatises and for his sermons, which rank among the best of the 17th century.

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The Sun Rising 
BY JOHN DONNE
 
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
 Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
 Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
 Late school boys and sour prentices,
 Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
 Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

 Thy beams, so reverend and strong
 Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
 If her eyes have not blinded thine,
 Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
 Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
 Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

 She's all states, and all princes, I,
 Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
 Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
 In that the world's contracted thus.
 Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
 To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.


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