Yesterday I discovered John Donne, whose name my "education" touched upon. Churchman? Poet? Social critic? Church-critic? Yes, but such measly characterizations hardly scratch the surface of his life's achievements. As I haven't yet plumbed his works deeply enough to judge his character (Catch my tongue-in-cheek presumption?), I'll not include "Christian" in his life's portfolio.
Am I wrong, or did well-educated, fourteenth and fifteenth century people seem to make so much more of their lives than our contemporaries? Though then, as now, making their fortunes preoccupied much of their effort.
While I'm certainly not a Renascence Man, I kinda like this one. His prose and verse, in a way similar to those of the Scriptures, beckon me to discover what lies under his deeply metaphorical, pen-scratchings.
So, I'll gratify you by giving my "pen" a rest, and intrigue you with, The Flea.