Love Quotes by John Donne

“Dull sublunary lovers love”

— John Donne

Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

— John Donne

Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.

— John Donne

My love though silly is more brave.

— John Donne

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

— John Donne

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

— John Donne

we give each other a smile with a future in it

— John Donne

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

— John Donne

Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.

— John Donne

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

— John Donne

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

— John Donne

Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?

— John Donne

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

— John Donne

Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night.

— John Donne

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither...

— John Donne

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

— John Donne

Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

— John Donne

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless…

— John Donne

Love is the only angel, who can bid the gates unroll, and when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast,…

— John Donne

Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but…

— John Donne

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit,…

— John Donne

Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can…

— John Donne

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can…

— John Donne

“If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be expresst But negatives, my love is so. To All, which all…

— John Donne

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other…

— John Donne

This Extasie doth unperplex (We said) and tell us what we love, Wee see by this, it was not sexe, Wee see,…

— John Donne

For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness,…

— John Donne

“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'…

— John Donne

Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still,…

— John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons…

— John Donne

Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How…

— John Donne

“My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde…

— John Donne

Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds…

— John Donne

“He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But…

— John Donne

“ The Good-Morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?…

— John Donne

“Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft…

— John Donne

“Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless…

— John Donne

“I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not…

— John Donne

“Busie olde foole, unruly Sunne; Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to they motions lovers…

— John Donne

“As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "The…

— John Donne