John Donne Quotes

Between cowardice and despair valour is gendered.

Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

Reason is our soul's left hand Faith her right. By this we reach divinity.

Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal

Nature hath no goal, though she hath law.

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.

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

Love built on beauty soon as beauty dies.

In Heaven, it is always Autumn".

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

O! I shall soon despair, when I shall seeThat Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me, And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.

The flea though he kill none he does all the harm he can.

Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

I am two fools I know for loving and saying so.

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

True and false fears let us refrain, 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.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

No man is an island, entire of itself.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Be thine own palace or the world's thy jail.

Love all love of other sights controls. And makes one little room an everywhere.

No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

If yet I have not all thy love love Dear I shall never have it all.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

That our affections kill us not, nor dye.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Keep us Lord so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this that the beast does but know but the man knows that he knows.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

More than kisses letters mingle souls.

This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong artsMake of so noble individual partsOne fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.

One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.