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