To
Sir Henry Wotton
by
John Donne
(Poem, Summary, Paraphrase & Analysis)
To
Sir Henry Wotton
Sir,
more than kisses, letters mingle souls;
For,
thus friends absent speak. This ease controls
The
tediousness of my life: but for these
I
could ideate nothing which could please,
But
I should wither in one day and pass
To a
bottle of hay, that am a lock of grass.
Life
is a voyage, and in our lives’ ways
Countries,
courts, towns are rocks, or remoras;
They
break or stop all ships, yet our state is
Such,
that though than a galliass we be less,
Our
bodies are the ships, and though we must be
Seasick,
yet there’s a pill called patience.
The
world is but a carcass; thou art fed
By
it, but as a worm that carcass bred;
And
why shouldst thou, poor worm, consider more
When
this world will grow better than before,
Why
of the future dost thou grieve or hope?
As a
grandchild in a dead body’s horoscope.
Thou
hast no more than what the world did give
To
thy frail body, for thy soul doth live
Of
her own stuff, not seeking strength from thence;
And
therefore will be her own residence.
But
as the world serves men, so let it serve thee,
And
as vice dies, let also virtue die;
Then,
when all thoughts are in one thought refined,
The
soul is a true virgin, not inclined
To
any sex. Then she is wholly true,
And
wholly false. That soul which can pursue
The
temp’rate course, which neither seeks nor shuns
Death,
nor desires to live, though lives and runs
At
once to both. When sickness doth assail,
And
joy itself cannot the heart avail,
Nor
comfort medicine, nor a faithless friend
Can
him recover, let him comprehend
What
a pure virtue is in true despair,
Which
is not hope, nor cowardly nor care.
This
virtue doth the same in sorrow do
Which
religion doth in joy, and so
Religiously,
despair doth nothing add,
But
doth substract the comfort of the bad.
Let
her forget the world and hear me say:
“The
sin is worse to wish thyself away,
Because
God made thee, and thou art the same
That
he made thee.” So to murder is a shame.
Despair
is sacrilege. Thou must not so
Offend
thyself nor God, nor yet forego
The
peace which virtue gives; since virtue’s prize
Is
neither wealth nor fame, nor yet the wise
In
learning, but the soul’s rest and content,
Which
even with want itself can rest content.
Summary
Lines
1–2
The
speaker begins by saying that letters are more intimate than kisses because
they allow souls to connect across distances. They serve as a comforting form
of communication between friends who are far apart.
Lines
3–6
The
speaker admits that letters ease the boredom and hardship of life. Without
them, he would feel like he was withering away, comparing himself to a dried
blade of grass or a piece of hay—something lifeless and forgotten.
Lines
7–10
He
compares life to a sea voyage, where various places like countries, courts, and
towns are like rocks or obstacles (remoras) that can damage or stop ships
(lives). Though humans are smaller and weaker than great ships (like
galleasses), we must endure life’s seasickness—its difficulties—by relying on
patience.
Lines
11–14
The
world is described as a dead body (a carcass). People feed on it like worms,
implying it has no true nourishment. So, he asks why people should worry or
hope about making the world better when it is inherently flawed.
Lines
15–18
The
speaker argues that one should not grieve for the future or hope in vain, since
the soul is independent of the world. The soul lives by its own essence and
does not need anything from the physical world. Therefore, the soul should be
self-sufficient.
Lines
19–22
The
world should be seen as a tool, not a master. One should treat virtue and vice
alike, not chasing either desperately. When all thoughts are reduced to a
single focused thought, the soul becomes pure and undistracted—not pulled by
desires.
Lines
23–26
In
this purified state, the soul is neither male nor female, fully true and fully
false in a philosophical sense. A wise soul follows a balanced path, not
fearing death, not clinging to life, but continuing steadily through both.
Lines
27–30
When
a person is sick and neither joy nor medicine nor friends can help, he should
turn inward and recognize the power of true despair—a spiritual despair that is
neither based on hope nor fear, but is peaceful and accepting.
Lines
31–34
This
form of religious despair removes the false comforts of the world, just as
religion brings peace during joy. It doesn’t add emotional reactions but
subtracts distractions, allowing the person to rest in clarity.
Lines
35–36
The
soul should turn away from the world and listen to this truth: wanting to die
is a sin, because God created life, and rejecting it is an offense against both
oneself and God.
Lines
37–40
Despair
that leads to a desire for death is called sacrilege. The soul should not
abandon peace or virtue. Virtue’s reward is not money, fame, or worldly wisdom,
but the peace and contentment it brings.
Lines
41–42
This
inner contentment allows one to be at peace even in poverty or need. Virtue
brings a restful soul, which is the truest form of wealth.
Paraphrase
1–2
Letters
do more than kisses—they allow souls to connect and communicate. Through them,
distant friends can stay in touch.
3–6
Letters
help ease the dullness and burden of life. Without them, I’d have no joy or
creativity—I’d wither quickly, becoming as lifeless as dry grass.
7–10
Life
is like a sea voyage. Places like kingdoms, cities, and courts are like
obstacles or sea creatures that stop ships. Our lives are like small boats, and
although we must deal with life’s discomforts (like seasickness), we have a
remedy called patience.
11–14
The
world is like a dead body. You survive off it like a worm feeding on that body.
So why worry about making this world better? It’s already lifeless and corrupt.
15–18
Why
be anxious or hopeful about the future? That’s like being a grandchild hoping
for good fortune in the horoscope of a dead body. You only have what the world
gave your physical body. Your soul, on the other hand, lives on its own and
doesn’t rely on the world. It lives independently.
19–22
So,
treat the world as a servant, not a master. Don’t cling to virtue or vice in an
obsessive way. When your thoughts are all focused and pure, your soul becomes
untainted—without desire or distraction.
23–26
At
that point, the soul is not attracted to any particular thing. It’s like being
genderless—not pulled by any strong desires. The soul is steady—it doesn't seek
death, nor does it cling to life. It moves forward calmly through both.
27–30
When
you’re truly sick, and no joy, medicine, or friend can help, consider the power
of true despair—not a hopeless despair, but one that quietly accepts
everything. It’s a kind of spiritual clarity.
31–34
This
pure despair does what religion does during joyful times—it gives you
perspective. It doesn’t add anything false or temporary. Instead, it removes
false comforts.
35–36
Forget
the distractions of the world, and hear this: wanting to die is worse than
sin—it’s rejecting the life that God gave you.
37–40
To
despair in this way is a kind of blasphemy. Don’t turn against yourself or God.
Don’t give up the peace that virtue offers. That peace doesn’t come from
wealth, fame, or intelligence.
41–42
The
reward of virtue is peace within the soul. Even in hardship or poverty, a
virtuous soul is content.
Analysis
in Detail
John
Donne wrote this verse epistle—part poem, part letter—to his friend Sir Henry
Wotton, a diplomat and poet. The tone is deeply introspective, blending Donne’s
characteristic wit with spiritual seriousness. Written in the early 17th
century, it reflects Donne’s growing preoccupation with religion, mortality,
and the transient nature of worldly life.
Tone
and Voice
The
tone begins warmly and affectionately, celebrating the intimacy of letters. It
then shifts into a more meditative and philosophical voice as Donne dives into
discussions about life’s suffering, the vanity of the world, the independence
of the soul, and the proper Christian response to despair.
Donne
uses the first person, addressing Wotton directly, which gives the piece a
conversational, personal feel. However, the voice soon becomes
universal—conveying spiritual insights meant for any thoughtful reader.
Themes
1.
Friendship and Communication
The
poem opens by valuing the power of letters: “Sir, more than kisses, letters
mingle souls.” Donne elevates correspondence beyond mere affection, portraying
it as a spiritual exchange. Friendship, for Donne, is not just emotional but
intellectual and soulful.
2.
Life as a Voyage
Donne
employs the classical metaphor of life as a sea voyage. Cities, courts, and
nations are like dangers on the sea, threatening to wreck the soul. The world
becomes a treacherous ocean, and humans are likened to small, fragile vessels.
This metaphor underlines life’s uncertainty and need for spiritual navigation.
3.
Decay of the World
He
calls the world a "carcass"—a shocking and graphic image implying
that the world is already spiritually dead. Humans, like worms, feed on this
decay, emphasizing the corruption and vanity of earthly existence.
4.
The Independence of the Soul
Donne
stresses that the soul is self-sufficient and not dependent on material things.
It is made of “her own stuff,” not drawn from the body or world. This idea
reflects Neoplatonic philosophy, which Donne was familiar with, and also
Christian thought—that the soul is eternal, divine, and must not be chained to
the material.
5.
Balance and Moderation
The
poem praises a life that avoids extremes: one that neither craves death nor
clings to life. Donne urges Wotton to pursue a “temperate course”, living with
moderation and spiritual composure. This recalls Stoic philosophy and Christian
humility.
6.
Religious Despair vs. Sinful Despair
Donne
introduces a crucial distinction between true spiritual despair—a quiet
surrender to God's will—and sinful despair, which leads one to wish for death
or self-destruction. He warns that despairing of life is a kind of blasphemy,
rejecting God’s creation. The poem thus becomes a devotional reflection on
endurance, patience, and submission.
7.
The Virtue of Contentment
The
final note of the poem is peaceful. Donne tells Wotton that true virtue doesn’t
bring fame, wealth, or worldly wisdom, but inner peace. Even in poverty, one
can find rest of soul, if one lives virtuously.
Structure
and Form
The
poem is written in rhymed couplets—a common format for verse letters. The
steady rhythm (likely iambic pentameter) and consistent rhyme scheme give the
poem a measured, thoughtful cadence, fitting for the philosophical content. The
poem reads more like a quiet sermon or spiritual meditation than a dramatic
argument.
Donne
moves between concrete metaphors (voyages, carcasses, worms, ships) and
abstract reasoning (virtue, despair, contentment), demonstrating his mastery of
metaphysical poetry.
Language
and Imagery
Donne’s
imagery is striking and often jarring, intended to provoke spiritual insight:
The
world as a "carcass" suggests decay, lifelessness, and moral
corruption.
Humans
as worms feeding on that carcass humbles the reader, reminding us of our
dependence and lowliness.
The
soul as a virgin, neither male nor female, reflects purity and transcendence
beyond earthly divisions.
Religious
despair is personified as a virtue that gives strength during suffering,
contrasting sharply with hopeless despair.
His
metaphysical language bridges spiritual concepts with bodily or physical
comparisons, making abstract ideas more relatable and vivid.
Philosophical
and Theological Insight
Donne’s
Christian worldview is central to this poem. He:
Rejects
worldly pleasure as empty and decaying.
Advocates
for spiritual self-sufficiency.
Cautions
against despair, aligning it with spiritual sin.
Embraces
patience, humility, and the hope of eternal peace.
He
synthesizes Christianity, Stoicism, and Neoplatonic ideas, making this poem not
only a personal letter but also a guide to spiritual endurance.
Conclusion
“To
Sir Henry Wotton” is more than just a poetic letter; it is a meditative
treatise on how to live well in a broken world. Donne encourages his friend—and
all readers—to practice detachment from worldly things, to avoid both despair
and desire, and to find rest in virtue and spiritual balance. His blend of
philosophy, theology, and poetic elegance makes the poem a remarkable piece of
metaphysical writing.
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