John Donne

“Dull sublunary lovers love”

— John Donne

I find no abhorring in my appetite.

— John Donne

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

— John Donne

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

— John Donne

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

— John Donne

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

— John Donne

Other men's crosses are not my crosses.

— John Donne

No man is an island unto himself.

— John Donne

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

— John Donne

A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .

— John Donne

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

— John Donne

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

— John Donne

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

— John Donne

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

— John Donne

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

— John Donne

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.

— John Donne

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

— John Donne

Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols.

— John Donne

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

— John Donne

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn…

— 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

It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.

— John Donne

Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any…

— John Donne

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own…

— 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

At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament,…

— John Donne

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he…

— John Donne

And if there be any addition to knowledge, it is rather a new knowledge than a greater knowledge; rather a singularity in…

— John Donne

God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth…

— John Donne

“I sing the progress of a deathless soul, Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control, Placed in most shapes; all…

— 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

“Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I…

— 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

I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose…

— 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

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

— John Donne

“The afflictions of the wicked exasperate them, enrage them, stone and pave them, obdurate and petrify them, but they do not crucify…

— 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

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both,…

— John Donne