John Donne Quotes
Sir, more than kisses, letters, mingle souls;For, thus friends absent speak.
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.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
Sir, more than kisses, letters, mingle souls;
For, thus friends absent speak.
We can die by it, if not live by love.
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.
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.
I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshipped be.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.