The title of the Donne poem is “Oh, to Vex Me, Contraries Meet as One.”
A chapter on the metaphysical poets is four-fifths Donne to one-fifth Herbert, with Marvell failing to get a look-in.
Lucretius, Horace and Donne, at any rate, had a considerable share in moulding his thought and fashioning the form of his verse.
Perhaps Donne himself may have told you all this before now.
They made him their drudge, for when any curious experiment was to be Donne they would lay the taske on him.
I hope all about Donne is legible, for you will be glad of it.
I have not heard of Donne for so long a time, that I am uneasy, and have written to Mowbray to hear.
But this of our dear Donne over-clouds me a little, as I doubt not it does you.
The first edition of Donne's poems appeared two years after his death.
Didn't Dr Donne, as good a man as any, I presume, argue on the part of the suicide?'