All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Christ is the Morning Star, who, when the night of this world is past, gives to his saints the promise of the… — Venerable Bede Copy Share Image
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps… — John Donne Copy Share Image
