Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time
Quote by John Donne
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, / And death shall be no more; death,...
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a...
Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night.
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and...
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call...
As soon as there was two there was pride
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it...
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all...
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out;...
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.