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John Donne - From the Art category:
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Belief category:
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Desperation category:
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Discovery category:
Licence my roving hands, and let them go /
Before, behind, between, above, below. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Doubt category:
And new philosophy calls all in doubt, / The element of fire is quite put out, / The sun is lost, and th'earth, and no man's wit / Can well direct him where to look for it. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Dreams category:
So, if I dream I have you, I have you, / For all our joys are but fantastical. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Education category:
Teach me to hear the mermaids singing. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Freedom category:
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Grace category:
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Humanity category:
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main... (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Love category:
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Mysteries category:
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, / But yet the body is his book. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Nature category:
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant - the only harmless great thing. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Philosophy category:
The new Philosophy calls all in doubt, / The Element of fire is quite put out; / The Sun is lost, and th' earth, and no man's wit / Can well direct him where to look for it. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Pleasure category:
Pleasure is none, if not diversified. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Poetry category:
I am two fools, I know, / For loving, and for saying so / In whining Poetry. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Poetry category:
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Sadness category:
The day breaks not, it is my heart. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Seeing category:
Send home my long strayed eyes to me, / Which too long have dwelt on thee. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Silence category:
For God's sake hold your tongue and let me love. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Suffering category:
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Survival category:
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am mine own executioner. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Time category:
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. (John Donne)
John Donne - From the Windows category:
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, / Why dost thou thus, / Through windows and through curtains call on us? (John Donne)
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