For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness,… — 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
“For this, Love is enraged with me; Yet kills not. If I must example be To future rebels, if the unborn Must… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts Make of so noble individual parts One fire of four inflaming eyes, and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none. — 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
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither... — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. — John Donne 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
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere — John Donne Copy Share Image
“As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "The… — 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
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
“Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not fling away the shell?” — 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 ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Busie olde foole, unruly Sunne; Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to they motions lovers… — 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
