Romeo, Romeo, is this a dagger I see?

This is one of the poems we’re doing for AS level Literature. It’s by John Donne, a guy round about the time of Shakespeare (hence the complicated language) but he is so much cooler than all the guys of that time (I’m not a nerd, ok?) coz he was what they considered rude, rebellious in his poetry techniques and in general, different. Just thought I’d put up “The Sunne rising” for you guys to get a taste of what we have to decipher. Note: I know how to spell, the poetry is the one with the funny spelling, adding e’s and stuff wherever he sees fit. Read the words as they appear eg mee = me.

Busie old foole, unruly Sunne
Why dost thou thus,
Through windowes and through curtaines call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide
Late schoole boyes and sowre prentices
Goe tell court-huntsmen tjat the King will ride
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clyme
Nor houres, dayes, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beames, so reverend and strong
Why shoulds thou thinke?
I could eclipse them with a winke
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes had not blinded thine,
Looke and tomorrow late, tell mee
Whether onth the India’s of spice and Myne
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee.
Aske for those Kings whom thou saw’st yesterday
And thou shalt heare, all here in one bed lay

She is all States, all Princes, I
Nothing else is.
Princes doe but play us; compar’d to this
All honour’s mimique; all wealth alchimie
Thou sunne art halfe as happy as wee
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age askes ese, and since thy duties bee
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls thy spheare

That’s one of the coolest love poems I’ve ever read. If you decipher it, it’s really deep. A bit of brain food for ya ok.