Maxioms by John Donne
Never propose to thy self such a God, as thou wert not bound to imitate: Thou mistakest God, if thou read more
Never propose to thy self such a God, as thou wert not bound to imitate: Thou mistakest God, if thou make him to be any such thing, or make him to do any such thing, as thou in thy proportion shouldst not be, or shouldst not do. And shouldst thou curse any man that had never offended, never transgrest, never trespass thee? Can God have done so? Will God curse man, before man have sinned?
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.
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 You rob, and spoile, and eat his people as bread, by Extortion, read more
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 You rob, and spoile, and eat his people as bread, by Extortion, and bribery, and deceitful waights and measures, and deluding oathes in buying and selling, and then come hither, and so make God your Receiver, and his house a den of Thieves. His house is Sanctum Sanctorum, The holiest of holies, and you make it onely Sanctuarium: It should be a place sanctified by your devotions, and you make it onely a Sanctuary to priviledge Maelfactors, a place that may redeeme you from the ill opinion of men, who must in charity be bound to thinke well of you, because they see you in here.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
