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John Donne
British
Poet
About the author
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
John Donne,
British
Poet
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Being
#states
#Quiet
#Parliament
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Day
#Heart
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Disease
#Diligence
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Beginning
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Saying
#Poetry
#Fools
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Love
#Beauty
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Time
#Love
#Months
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Letters
#Kisses
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Man
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#God
#Man
#Eyes
#Soul
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Grace
#Beauty
#Summer
#Spring
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
John Donne,
British
Poet
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Pleasure
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Right
#Reason
#Faith
#Soul
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.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Death
#Man
#Mankind
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Nature
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#God
#War
#Age
#Justice
#Sickness
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Love
#God
#Tongue
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Hell
#Despair
#Heaven
#Serenity
#Joy
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.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Art
#Death
#Poor
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Space
#Sleep
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Nothing
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Old
#Sun
#Fool
#Windows
#Lovers
#Seasons
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#World
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.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Now
#Friends
#Men
#Whisper
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Art
#Man
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Earth
#Doubt
#Sun
#Wit
#Fire
#Philosophy
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Man
#Affliction
#Treasure
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
John Donne,
British
Poet
#Man
#Language