Maxioms by John Donne
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Feast of Lawrence, Deacon at Rome, Martyr, 258 Our critical day is not the very day of our read more
Feast of Lawrence, Deacon at Rome, Martyr, 258 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.
Concluding a short series on authenticity: Think thyself at that Tribunal, that judgment, now: Where thou shalt not read more
Concluding a short series on authenticity: Think thyself at that Tribunal, that judgment, now: Where thou shalt not only hear all thy sinful works, and words, and thoughts repeated, which thou thy self hadst utterly forgot, but thou shalt hear thy good works, thine alms, thy coming to Church, thy hearing of Sermons, given in evidence against thee, because they had hypocrisy mingled in them; yea, thou shalt find even thy repentance to condemn thee, because thou madest that but a door to a relapse.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is part of the main ... Any man's death diminishes read more
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is part of the main ... Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
