All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a… — 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
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
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
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a… — 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
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit,… — 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
The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha… — John Donne Copy Share Image
...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can… — 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
