John Donne

1572 - 1631

A Quote by John Donne

The Alphabet Of flowers.

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Elegies, no. 2, 7, Nature's Lay Idiot,1.9

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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 christ, death, discovery, home, joy, lies, love, music, paradise, saints, sermons, soul, and yielding

Since I am coming to that holy room Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore I shall be made thy music, as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before. Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown That this is my southwest discovery, PER FRETUM FEBRIS, by these straits to die, I joy that in these straits I see my west; For though their currents yield return to none, What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the resurrection. Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or are The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem? Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar, All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them, Whether where Japhet dwelt, or Cham, or Shem. We think that Paradise, and Calvary, Christ's cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place; Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace. So, in his purple wrapp'd receive me, Lord, By these his thorns give me his other crown; And as to others' souls I preached thy word, Be this my text, my sermon to mine own: "Therefore, that he may raise, the Lord throws down."

John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Source: Hymn to God My God, in My Sickness [written c. 1623 or I63I], St. 1

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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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