Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right. John Donne faithhandleave Change image and share on social
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space. John Donne lordmournsleep Change image and share on social
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. John Donne continententireisland Change image and share on social
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. John Donne jailpalacethou Change image and share on social
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run? John Donne busycallcurtain Change image and share on social
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven. John Donne dampdespairheaven Change image and share on social
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. John Donne bookchapterlanguage Change image and share on social
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. John Donne calldirectdoubt Change image and share on social
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. John Donne artgraspman Change image and share on social
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. John Donne artcallcanst Change image and share on social
