Author: John Donne

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 […]

Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief […]

What if this present were the world’s last night? Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The […]

When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an […]

I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot […]

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal […]

Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not […]

Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes […]

Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have […]

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But […]

Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. ‘Tis like […]

Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy […]

By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by […]

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, Turn thou ghost that […]