Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

John Donne

John Donne

Profession: Poet
Nationality: British

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For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Love all love of other sights controls And makes one little room an everywhere.

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

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

As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.

Death comes equally to us all and makes us all equal when it comes.

No man is an island entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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.

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.