John Donne

1572 - 1631

A Quote by John Donne on soul

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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Sermon XLVIII

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A Quote by John Donne on divinity, faith, and reason

Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right, By these wee reach divinity. . . .

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: "To the Countess of Bedford,” c. 1607-8

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A Quote by John Donne on sleep

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But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Song (Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go) st. 5

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A Quote by John Donne

As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Canonization, st. 4

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A Quote by John Donne on country, love, and wonder

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?

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Good Morrow, st. I

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A Quote by John Donne on control, heaven, mystery, questions, and soul

Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Funeral, st. 1

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A Quote by John Donne on death, envy, and immortality

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Holy Sonnets, no. 9

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A Quote by John Donne

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

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Sun Rising, st 1

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A Quote by John Donne on church and nobility

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Sermons, 1619

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A Quote by John Donne on art, chance, charm, fate, men, slavery, sleep, and war

Thou art 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. Why swell'st thou then?

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Holy Sonnets, No. 10

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