John Donne Quotes
For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.
John Donne
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The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
John Donne
Though Truth and Falsehood be Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
John Donne
The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
John Donne
Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke.
John Donne
As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
John Donne
O my America! my new-found land.
John Donne
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.
John Donne
How deepe do we dig, and for how coarse gold?
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What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
John Donne
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
John Donne
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
John Donne
Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.
John Donne
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
John Donne
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
John Donne
That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers' souls descend T' affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
John Donne
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
John Donne
When I died last, and dear, I die As often as from thee I go.
John Donne
But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.
John Donne
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
John Donne
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
John Donne
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and his angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
John Donne
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
John Donne
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
John Donne
