Maxioms by John Donne
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the read more
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were . . .
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and read more
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and His Angels thither; and when they are there, I neglect God and His Angels for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
To me, to whom God hath revealed his Son, in a Gospel, by a Church, there can be no way read more
To me, to whom God hath revealed his Son, in a Gospel, by a Church, there can be no way of salvation, but by applying that Son of God, by that Gospel, in that Church. Nor is there any other foundation for any, nor other name by which any can be saved, but the name of Jesus. But how this foundation is presented, and how this name of Jesus is notified unto them, amongst whom there is no Gospel preached, no Church established, I am not curious in inquiring. I know that God can be as merciful as those tender Fathers present him to be; and I would be as charitable as they are. And therefore, humbly embracing that manifestation of his Son, which he hath afforded me, I leave God, to his unsearchable waies of working upon others, without further inquisition.