All John Donne Quotes
- Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic… Alike
- If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in… Been
- God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath. Day
- But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space. Let
- I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. Fools
- Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee. Age
- Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him… End
- Love is the only angel, who can bid the gates unroll, and when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast, his way mat… Angel
- Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. Agrowing
- My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more. Adore
- Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name. Face
- Ll our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death. Death
- All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated… All
- We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go. Any
- Imagine God to be at play with us, but a gamester... Gamester
- No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the main; if a clod be… Clod
- Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right. Faith
- Be your own palace, or the world is your jail. Jail
- I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner. Executioner
- A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let us alone, And think that there a loving couple lies Who thought that… Alone
- O God, oh! of thine only worthy blood, And my tears, make a heavenly Lethean flood, And drown in it my sins' black memory. That… Black
- Various content To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every part. If then your body go, what need you a heart? Body
- But our old subtle foe so tempteth me That not one hour I can myself sustain. Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,… Adamant