The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn… — 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
Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of… — 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
In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, The intelligence that moves, devotion is. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any… — John Donne Copy Share Image
At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter… — 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
All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings. — John Donne Copy Share Image
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath. — 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
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
Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights… — 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
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow, And soonest our best… — 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
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying… — John Donne Copy Share Image
And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the… — 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
And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth,… — 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… — 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
