Quote #54
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
More from John Donne
- No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
- Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
- She, and comparisons are odious.
- The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
- Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
- Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
- Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
- O my America! my new-found land.