*there is some questionable theology in the poem I am about to share, my response will be critical*
Holy Sonnets XXVIII
SHOW me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear.
What! is it She, which on the other shore
Goes richly painted? or which rob’d and tore
Laments and mournes in Germany and here?
Sleepes she a thousand, then peepes up one yeare?
Is she selfe truth and errs? now new, now outwore?
Doth she, and did she, and shall she evermore
On one, on seaven, or on no hill appeare?
*I’ve ommited the rest of the poem due to objectionable content*
I was fascinated by this sonnet for a few reasons. Donne, an Anglican preacher, seems to be disillusioned by the state of the visible church in his time. He writes:
“is it She, which on the other shore
Goes richly painted? or which rob’d and tore
Laments and mournes in Germany and here?”
On the first read, I thought he was simply pining for his former Roman Catholicism, but it almost sounds like he is dissatisfied with both the “richly painted” RCC
and the “torn” Anglican/German Protestantism. Is richly painted derogatory? Robbed and torn definitely is. Herbert picks up this theme in
The British Church, but comes to a different conclusion.
Herbert writes:
“ She on the hills which wantonly
Allureth all, in hope to be
By her preferr'd,
Hath kiss'd so long her painted shrines,
That ev'n her face by kissing shines,
For her reward.
She in the valley is so shy
Of dressing, that her hair doth lie
About her ears;
While she avoids her neighbour's pride,
She wholly goes on th' other side,
And nothing wears.”
Such is Herbert’s take on the RCC (the hill church) and calvinists/puritans (valley church). Of the Anglican Church he writes:
“A fine aspect in fit array,
Neither too mean nor yet too gay,
Shows who is best.
Outlandish looks may not compare,
For all they either painted are,
Or else undress'd.”
It is clear that Herbert, with his usual wittiness, is making the proud claim that the Anglican Church is dressed “just right”. Neither too gaudy, nor too spare. How very “middle way” of him

. To a certain extent, I can sympathize with Herbert’s sentiment. Growing up in an evangelical mega-church, I often found the worship too casual, the administration of the sacraments too cavalier, and the preaching biblically anemic. None of those reasons brought me to the reformed position
per se, but they certainly nudged me in that direction.
What I can’t understand is Donne’s cynicism. If he was convicted by his Roman Catholic upbringing, why not move to the other shore? Why not remain in his Popery even if it meant persecution in England? There was no lack of Catholic martyrs in England of which he might take example.
The bigger issue I see in the poem is his use of romantic language in relation to the Church herself (wherever she is). I think scripture gives us warrant to view the church as a mother of sorts, but she remains the Bride of Christ alone. At that point I must say, “Dr. Donne, you’ve overstepped your own metaphor, and grossly missed the mark.”