I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. — 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
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither... — 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
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety. — 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
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere — 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
I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that… — 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
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
That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach… — John Donne Copy Share Image
But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes. — 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
“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
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
“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
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How… — 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
“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
“I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not… — 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 our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.” — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.” — 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
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more. — 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
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love. — 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
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on… — 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
