Author: John Donne

Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav’n would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go To his […]

No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our […]

Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, My soul, this wholesome meditation, How God the Spirit, by angels […]

I never stoop’d so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare […]

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents […]

Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or […]

No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor […]

In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow […]

O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might […]

When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends’ curiosity Will have me cut up to survey […]

No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. […]

Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run […]

As due by many titles I resign My self to Thee, O God; first I was made By Thee, and […]

Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me […]

He that cannot choose but love, And strives against it still, Never shall my fancy move, For he loves ‘gainst […]

Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain’st of his great jealousy; If swol’n with poison, he […]

I am two fools, I know – For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where’s that wiseman […]

This is my play’s last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage’s last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, […]

Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being […]

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may […]