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John Donne Quotes

John Donne quotes

British Poet January 12, 1572 – March 31, 1631

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If that be simply perfectest. Which can by no way be expressed But negatives, my love is so. To all which all love, I say no. If any who deciphers best. What we know not, ourselves, can know. Let him teach me that nothing. John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you. As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend. Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy ; Divorce me, untie, or break that knot... John Donne
John Donne quote: "Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies."
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. John Donne
This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts. Make of so noble individual parts. One fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts. John Donne
BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school-boys and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices ; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. John Donne
John Donne quote: "Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath..."
Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not fling away the shell? John Donne
Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all. Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show. A hundred lesser faces, so. My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more. John Donne
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. John Donne
John Donne quote: "Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days,..."
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. John Donne
John Donne quote: "For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love."
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love. 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. Love was as subtly catched, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, Which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, For though 'tis got by chance,'tis kept by art John Donne
For this, Love is enraged with me; Yet kills not. If I must example be. To future rebels, if the unborn Must learn by my being cut up and torn, Kill and dissect me, Love; for this. Torture against thine own end is: Racked carcasses make ill anatomies John Donne
John Donne quote: "Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book."
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. John Donne
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. John Donne
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. John Donne

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