Quote #55
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.
More from John Donne
- The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
- The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
- No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
- Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
- She, and comparisons are odious.
- O my America! my new-found land.
- Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
- Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.