The Cross by John Donne

SINCE Christ embraced the cross itself, dare I  
His image, th' image of His cross, deny ?  
Would I have profit by the sacrifice,  
And dare the chosen altar to despise ?  
It bore all other sins, but is it fit  
That it should bear the sin of scorning it ?  
Who from the picture would avert his eye,  
How would he fly his pains, who there did die ?  
From me no pulpit, nor misgrounded law,  
Nor scandal taken, shall this cross withdraw,  
It shall not, for it cannot ; for the loss  
Of this cross were to me another cross.  
Better were worse, for no affliction,  
No cross is so extreme, as to have none.  
Who can blot out the cross, with th' instrument  
Of God dew'd on me in the Sacrament ?  
Who can deny me power, and liberty  
To stretch mine arms, and mine own cross to be ?  
Swim, and at every stroke thou art thy cross ;  
The mast and yard make one, where seas do toss ;  
Look down, thou spiest out crosses in small things ;  
Look up, thou seest birds raised on crossed wings ;  
All the globe's frame, and spheres, is nothing else  
But the meridians crossing parallels.  
Material crosses then, good physic be,  
But yet spiritual have chief dignity.  
These for extracted chemic medicine serve,  
And cure much better, and as well preserve.  
Then are you your own physic, or need none,  
When still'd or purged by tribulation ;  
For when that cross ungrudged unto you sticks,  
Then are you to yourself a crucifix.  
As perchance carvers do not faces make,  
But that away, which hid them there, do take ;  
Let crosses, so, take what hid Christ in thee,  
And be His image, or not His, but He.  
But, as oft alchemists do coiners prove,  
So may a self-despising get self-love ;  
And then, as worst surfeits of best meats be,  
So is pride, issued from humility,  
For 'tis no child, but monster ; therefore cross  
Your joy in crosses, else, 'tis double loss.  
And cross thy senses, else both they and thou  
Must perish soon, and to destruction bow.  
For if the eye seek good objects, and will take  
No cross from bad, we cannot 'scape a snake.  
So with harsh, hard, sour, stinking ; cross the rest ;  
Make them indifferent ; call, nothing best.  
But most the eye needs crossing, that can roam,  
And move ; to th' others th' objects must come home. 
And cross thy heart ; for that in man alone  
Pants downwards, and hath palpitation.  
Cross those dejections, when it downward tends,  
And when it to forbidden heights pretends.  
And as the brain through bony walls doth vent  
By sutures, which a cross's form present,  
So when thy brain works, ere thou utter it,  
Cross and correct concupiscence of wit.  
Be covetous of crosses; let none fall ;  
Cross no man else, but cross thyself in all.  
Then doth the cross of Christ work faithfully  
Within our hearts, when we love harmlessly  
That cross's pictures much, and with more care  
That cross's children, which our crosses are.