My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.
Quote by John Donne
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the...
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and...
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death,...
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art...
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send...
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it...
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth only in the bodies integrity; much...
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.