Devotions upon emergent Occasions, and several steps in sickness, 4to.  London 16.  Paradoxes, Problems, Essays, Characters, &c. to which is added a Book of Epigrams, written in Latin by the same author, and translated into English by Dr. Main, as also Ignatius his conclave, a Satire, translated out of the original copy written in Latin by the same author, found lately amongst his own papers, 12mo.  London 1653.  These pieces are dedicated by the author’s son, Dr. John Donne, to Francis Lord Newport.

Three Volumes of Sermons, in folio; the first printed in 1640, the second in 1649, and the third in 1660.

Essays on Divinity, being several disquisitions interwoven with meditations and prayers before he went into holy orders, published after his death by his son, 1651.

Letters to several persons of honour, published in 4to. 1654.  There are several of Dr. Donne’s letters, and others to him from the Queen of Bohemia, the earl of Carlisle, archbishop Abbot, and Ben Johnson, printed in a book, entitled A Collection of Letters made by Sir Toby Mathews Knt.  London 1660, 8vo.

The Ancient history of the Septuagint, translated from the Greek of Aristeus, London 1633, 4to.  This translation was revised, and corrected by another hand, and printed 1685 in 8vo.

Declaration of that Paradox or Thesis, that Self-Homicide is not so naturally a sin that it may not be otherwise, London, 1644, 1648, &c. 4to.  The original under the author’s own hand is preserved in the Bodleian Library.  Mr. Walton gives this piece the character of an exact and laborious treatise, ’wherein all the laws violated by that act (self murder) are diligently surveyed and judiciously censured.’  The piece from whence I shall take the following quotation, is called a Hymn to God the Father, was composed in the time of his sickness, which breathes a spirit of fervent piety, though no great force of poetry is discoverable in it.

A hymn to god the father.

  Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
  Which was my sin, tho’ it were done before? 
  Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run,
  And do run still, tho’ still I do deplore? 
  When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
  For I have more.

  Wilt thou forgive that in which I have won,
  Others to sin, and made my sin their door? 
  Wilt thou forgive that sin, which I did shun,
  A year or two, but wallowed in a score? 
  When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
  For I have more.

  I have a sin of fear, when I have spun,
  My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
  But swear, that at my death, thy son,
  Shall shine, as he shines now, and heretofore,
  And having done that, thou hast done,
  I ask no more.

[Footnote 1:  Walton’s Life of Donne]

[Footnote 2:  Wood vol. v. col. 554.]

[Footnote 3:  Walton p. 29].