The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn… — John Donne Copy Share Image
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing. — John Donne Copy Share Image
We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world… — John Donne Copy Share Image
There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need… — John Donne Copy Share Image
At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he… — John Donne Copy Share Image
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid… — 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
And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“That this world’s general sickness doth not lie In any humour, or one certain part; But as thou sawest it rotten at… — John Donne Copy Share Image
And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth,… — 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
