A Quote by John Donne on love, tristan, and hippocrates

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Good Morrow

Contributed by: giygas