John Donne Quotes
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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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Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
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She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
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Man, who is the noblest part of the earth, melts so away as if he were a statue, not of earth, but of snow.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
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For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
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Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
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We understood Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought.
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Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.
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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.
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Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush.
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When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.
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Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.
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If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
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Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
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Hee drinkes misery, and he tastes happinesse; he mowes misery, and he gleanes happinesse; he journeys in misery, he does but walke in happinesse.
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So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.