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Love Built on Beauty, Soon as Beauty, Dies
John Donne was an English poet, scholar, soldier and secretary born into a Catholic family, a remnant of the Catholic Revival, who reluctantly became a cleric in the Church of England.
Poet, lawyer | English
Born: 1572-01-22 in London, England
Died: March 31, 1631 in London, England
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
John Donne
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
John Donne
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
John Donne
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.
John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
John Donne
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
John Donne
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
John Donne
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
John Donne
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
John Donne
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing.
John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
John Donne