John Donne

John Donne

John Donne ( ) (between 24 January and 19 June 1572 – 31 March 1631) was an English poet, satirist, lawyer and a cleric in the Church of England.

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Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Tags: Faith, Great, Over

John Donne

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Tags: Believe, True, Memory

John Donne

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Tags: Love, Soon, Built

John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Tags: Spring, Face, Grace

John Donne

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Tags: Giving, Living, Suffering

John Donne

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Tags: Soul, Reason, Her

John Donne

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

Tags: Must, Before, Eyes

John Donne

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

Tags: Love, Hold, Tongue

John Donne

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Tags: Knowledge, Divine, Keys

John Donne

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Tags: Jail, Thy, Palace

John Donne

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