Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him sick

Quote by John Donne

Topics: Love Quotes

Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.

Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some...

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some...

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the...

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the...

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

Love is the only angel, who can bid the gates unroll, and when he comes...

Love is the only angel, who can bid the gates unroll, and when he comes...

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a...

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a...

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal...

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal...

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

Ll our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Ll our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and...

Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and...

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.