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John Donne
John Donne (1572 -1631)
Writer and Poet
Verified
- "Though Truth and Falsehood be
Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is."
- "No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 17 (1624)
- "A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat."
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 6 (1624)
- "Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush."
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 7 (1624)
- "Let not one bring Learning, another Diligence, another Religion, but every one bring all."
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 7 (1624)
- "...hee drinkes misery, and he tastes happinesse; he mowes misery, and he gleanes happinesse; he journeys in misery, he does but walke in happinesse."
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 13 (1624)
- "How deepe do we dig, and for how coarse gold?"
- Source: Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 13 (1624)
- "Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind."
- Source: Go and Catch a Falling Star
- "No where
Lives a woman true and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three."
- Source: Go and Catch a Falling Star
- "I have done one braver thing
Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid."
- "Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time."
- "For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love."
from Holy Sonnets
- I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite. (5.1)
- At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go, (7.1)
- 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. (10.1)
- Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or chrarms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke. (10.9)
- One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. (10.13)
- What if this present were the world's last night? (13.1)
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