John Donne Quotes
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O my America! my new-found land.
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Who ever 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 sick.
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The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
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Though Truth and Falsehood be Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
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I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
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Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
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Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.
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Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
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Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration
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I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.
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Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints forevermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
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Let not one bring Learning, another Diligence, another Religion, but every one bring all.
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The day breaks not, it is my heart.
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Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
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When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.