The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety. — John Donne Copy Share Image
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. — John Donne Copy Share Image
I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed. — John Donne Copy Share Image
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, then idiot with none. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be expressed But negatives, my love is so. To all which all… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not fling away the shell?” — John Donne Copy Share Image
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me;… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“For this, Love is enraged with me; Yet kills not. If I must example be To future rebels, if the unborn Must… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is… — John Donne Copy Share Image
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will… — John Donne Copy Share Image
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'… — John Donne Copy Share Image
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night. — John Donne Copy Share Image
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet? — John Donne Copy Share Image
On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo. — John Donne Copy Share Image
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.” — John Donne Copy Share Image
“If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.” — John Donne Copy Share Image
“This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts Make of so noble individual parts One fire of four inflaming eyes, and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. — John Donne Copy Share
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but… — John Donne Copy Share
We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that… — John Donne Copy Share
Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my… — John Donne Copy Share
Various content To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every part. If then your body go, what need you a heart? — John Donne Copy Share
“Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise,… — John Donne Copy Share
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne Copy Share
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull… — John Donne Copy Share
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and… — John Donne Copy Share
All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by… — John Donne Copy Share
On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo. — John Donne Copy Share
How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the… — John Donne Copy Share
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make… — John Donne Copy Share
