John Donne

“Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.”

“At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, a...”

“The day breaks not: it is my heart.”

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the 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...”

“Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

“Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

“All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated......”

“Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call T...”

“Send not to know For whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.”

“Every woman is a science; for he that plods upon a woman all his life long, shall at length finde himself short of the knowledge of her.”

“Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.”

“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.”

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

“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...”

“When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.”

“As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine...”

“Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?”

“Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.”

“I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.”

“Pleasure is none, if not diversified.”