Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God ;… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall! — 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
