John Donne

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say…

Reason is our soul’s left hand, faith her right…

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry…

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art…

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing…

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal…

Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp…

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies…

God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by…

More than kisses, letters mingle souls…

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind And therefore never send…

Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail…

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some…