Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown. — John Donne Copy Share Image
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical. — John Donne Copy Share Image
If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser. — 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
If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest… — John Donne Copy Share Image
There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would… — 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
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot… — John Donne Copy Share Image
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show… — John Donne Copy Share Image
And if there be any addition to knowledge, it is rather a new knowledge than a greater knowledge; rather a singularity in… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose… — 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
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a… — 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
When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man… — John Donne Copy Share Image
To a large degree, since the beginning of time, charisma or the lack of it has impacted upon those in quest of… — 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… — 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
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
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
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
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
“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
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne Copy Share
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
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
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
On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo. — John Donne Copy Share
How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the… — John Donne Copy Share
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make… — John Donne Copy Share
