Unshaked

[…] The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand, To enjoy thy banish’d lord and this great land!

1620, John Donne, Fifty Sermons, Volume 2, London: M.F., J. Marriot and R. Royston, 1649, Sermon 30, “Preached to the Countesse of Bedford […] , January 7, 1620,” p. 264, […] he hath digested the worst, he hath considered Death it selfe, and therefore his resolution stands unshak’d […] Though he dy for it, yet he will trust in God.