Maxioms by John Donne
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake read more
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.
I am two fools, I know, for loving and saying so.
I am two fools, I know, for loving and saying so.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the read more
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were . . .
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.