• And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

    John Donne, Theodore Redpath (2009). “The Songs and Sonets of John Donne”, p.227, Harvard University Press