Quote #11

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

More from John Donne

  1. Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
  2. She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.
  3. And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
  4. For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
  5. But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.
  6. The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and pro…
  7. I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.
  8. As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.

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