Author: John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny’st me is; It sucked me first, […]

Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he’s one that goes To sea […]

If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my fathers soul doth see, And adds this even to full […]

Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou […]

Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, […]

Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death’s herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which […]

For every hour that thou wilt spare me now I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When […]

Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, […]

I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally […]

Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, […]