John Donne

1572 - 1631

A Quote by John Donne on lovers and seasons

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must go thy motions lovers' seasons run?

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Sun Rising, st 1

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A Quote by John Donne on poetry

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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Triple Fool, st. 1

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A Quote by John Donne

Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Triple Fool, st. 2

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A Quote by John Donne on love

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And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Undertaking, st. 5

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A Quote by John Donne

She, and comparisons are odious.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: The Comparison

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A Quote by John Donne on death

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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: LXXX Sermons, 1640, no. 54, preached to the King at Whitehall, April 5, 1628

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A Quote by John Donne on art, death, past, and sleep

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; . . . One short sleep past, we wake eternally, A short voyage, and I will meet my Maker face to face. . . . And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Holy Sonnets X, before 1615 (ABRIDGED)

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A Quote by John Donne on art, chance, charm, death, fate, men, past, pleasure, rest, slavery, sleep, soul, and war

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. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. 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? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Holy Sonnets, No. 10, L 1

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A Quote by John Donne

Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Elegy XIX, To His Mistress Going to Bed, 24

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A Quote by John Donne on beauty and grace

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

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Elegies, no. 9, The Autumnal, 1.

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