John Donne

«How blest am I in this discovering thee!»

John Donne


«Love's mysteries in souls do grow,»

John Donne


«A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said,»

John Donne


«Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;»

John Donne


«This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts»

John Donne


«If our two loves be one, or, thou and I»

John Donne


«Licence my roving hands, and let them go»

John Donne


«If ever any beauty I did see,»

John Donne


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

John Donne


«Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.»

John Donne


«Go and catch a falling star,»

John Donne


«No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.»

John Donne