That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so. — 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
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
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. — John Donne Copy Share Image
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show… — John Donne Copy Share Image
In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God… — 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
“I sing the progress of a deathless soul, Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control, Placed in most shapes; all… — John Donne Copy Share Image
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid… — John Donne Copy Share Image
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to… — John Donne Copy Share Image
A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols. — John Donne Copy Share Image
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain. — John Donne Copy Share Image
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity — 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
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be… — John Donne Copy Share Image
And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other… — John Donne Copy Share Image
This Extasie doth unperplex (We said) and tell us what we love, Wee see by this, it was not sexe, Wee see,… — 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
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
