Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee. — 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
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 ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. — John Donne Copy Share Image
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st… — John Donne Copy Share Image
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee. — 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
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago,… — 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
Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but… — 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
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
