John Donne Quotes - Page 1

• John Donne / Poet

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

• John Donne / Poet

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

• John Donne / Poet

Death, thou shalt die.

• John Donne / Poet

Friends are ourselves.

• John Donne / Poet

Kind pity chokes my spleen.

• John Donne / Poet

Great sorrows cannot speak.

• John Donne / Poet

Lust-bred diseases rot thee.

• John Donne / Poet

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

• John Donne / Poet

In heaven it is always autumn.

• John Donne / Poet

No man is an island unto himself.

• John Donne / Poet

How imperfect is all our knowledge!

• John Donne / Poet

I am a little world made cunningly.

• John Donne / Poet

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

• John Donne / Poet

I find no abhorring in my appetite.

• John Donne / Poet

My love though silly is more brave.

• John Donne / Poet

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

• John Donne / Poet

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

• John Donne / Poet

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

• John Donne / Poet

Other men's crosses are not my crosses.

• John Donne / Poet

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

• John Donne / Poet

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

• John Donne / Poet

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

• John Donne / Poet

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

• John Donne / Poet

As soon as there was two there was pride.

• John Donne / Poet

Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

• John Donne / Poet

Death is an ascension to a better library.

• John Donne / Poet

Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

• John Donne / Poet

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

• John Donne / Poet

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

• John Donne / Poet

we give each other a smile with a future in it

• John Donne / Poet

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

• John Donne / Poet

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

• John Donne / Poet

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

• John Donne / Poet

Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.

• John Donne / Poet

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

• John Donne / Poet

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

• John Donne / Poet

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

• John Donne / Poet

And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair.

• John Donne / Poet

What if this present were the world's last night?

• John Donne / Poet

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

• John Donne / Poet

This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.

• John Donne / Poet

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

• John Donne / Poet

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!

• John Donne / Poet

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

• John Donne / Poet

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

• John Donne / Poet

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

• John Donne / Poet

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

• John Donne / Poet

My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

• John Donne / Poet

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

• John Donne / Poet

Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.