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
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art...
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can...
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call...
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some...
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say,...
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send...
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it...
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death,...
I had led a private life and wanted to die a private death.
Death came very easily to her. She had lived such an innocent and loving life...