If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical. — 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
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become. — John Donne Copy Share Image
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing. — John Donne Copy Share Image
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither... — 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
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill all the offices of death, except to kill — John Donne Copy Share Image
I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep… — 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
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 Image
Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so? — 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
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings. — John Donne Copy Share Image
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet? — John Donne Copy Share Image
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If… — 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
