I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, then idiot with none. — 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
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be expressed But negatives, my love is so. To all which all… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. — John Donne Copy Share Image
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love. — 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
I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than… — John Donne Copy Share Image
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be expresst But negatives, my love is so. To All, which all… — John Donne Copy Share Image
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed. — John Donne Copy Share Image
“If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.” — 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
