- All other things, to their destruction draw,
- Only our love hath no decay.
JOHN DONNE, The Anniversary
- Come live with me and be my love,
- And we will some new pleasure prove
- Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
- With silken lines, and silver hooks.
JOHN DONNE, The Bait
- If I dream I have you, I have you,
- For, all our joys are but fantastical.
- I am a little world made cunningly
- Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
- Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee;
- As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
- To taste whole joys.
JOHN DONNE, To His Mistress Going to Bed
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
- No Spring, nor Summer beauty hath such grace,
- As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
- Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
- Why dost thou thus,
- Through windows, and through curtains call us?
- Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
JOHN DONNE, The Sun Rising
- 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.
- Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
- Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE, The Sun Rising
Call us what you will, we are made such by love.
JOHN DONNE, The Canonization
- We can die by it, if not live by love,
- And if unfit for tombs and hearse
- Our legend be, it will be fit for verse.
JOHN DONNE, The Canonization
- O how feeble is man's power,
- That if good fortune fall,
- Cannot add another hour,
- Nor a lost hour recall!
- Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
- But yet the body is his book.
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