“Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.” — John Donne Copy Share Image
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“...but come bad chance And wee joyne to it our strength And wee teach it art and length It selfe o'er us… — John Donne Copy Share Image
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st… — 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
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown. — John Donne Copy Share Image
A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present. — 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
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me That not one hour I can myself sustain. Thy grace may wing me to… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me, why plowing, building, ruling and the rest, or most of those arts, whence our… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Let me arrest thy thoughts, wonder with me, Why ploughing, building, ruling and the rest, Or most of those arts, whence our… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
