Quote #12
She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.
More from John Donne
- Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
- For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
- Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
- 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…
- And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
- As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
- But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.
- I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry.