20 John Donne Quotes on Donne

John Donne quotes on donne

1. I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?

6. And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.

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

12. She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.

13. For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

17. Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

18. Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.

26. Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

28. For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

33. Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.

40. Take heed of loving me.

41. So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

43. Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

47. Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

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.

56. The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.

66. Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke.

71. I observe the physician with the same diligence as he the disease.

73. Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush.

79. No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.