No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
~ John Donne
One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.
Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.
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.
Reason is our soul's left hand Faith her right. By this we reach divinity.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
The flea though he kill none he does all the harm he can.
Be thine own palace or the world's thy jail.
All kings and all their favourites All glory of honours beauties wits The sun itself which makes time as they pass Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw. All other things to their destruction draw Only our love hath no decay This no to-morrow hath nor yesterday Running it never runs from us away But truly keeps his first last everlasting day.
More than kisses letters mingle souls.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
