John Donne Quotes
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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
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Take heed of loving me.
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Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
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Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.
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Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
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Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.
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A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
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And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
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Variable, and therefore miserable condition of man; this minute I was well, and am ill, this minute.
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The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
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The world's whole sap is sunk: The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interred; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Ah cannot we As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?
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I know not what fear is, nor I know not what it is that I fear now; I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease... my weakness is from nature, who hath but her measure, my strength is from God, who possesses and distributes infinitely.
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But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
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I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. O, my America, my Newfoundland My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd, My mine of precious stones, my empery; How am I blest in thus discovering thee ! To enter in these bonds, is to be free ; Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be.'
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But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.