All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is… — John Donne Copy Share Image
How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to… — 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
To a large degree, since the beginning of time, charisma or the lack of it has impacted upon those in quest of… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her… — John Donne Copy Share Image
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period. — 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
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons… — 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
Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment. — 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
