Maxioms by John Donne
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Concluding a short series on authenticity: Think thyself at that Tribunal, that judgment, now: Where thou shalt not read more
Concluding a short series on authenticity: Think thyself at that Tribunal, that judgment, now: Where thou shalt not only hear all thy sinful works, and words, and thoughts repeated, which thou thy self hadst utterly forgot, but thou shalt hear thy good works, thine alms, thy coming to Church, thy hearing of Sermons, given in evidence against thee, because they had hypocrisy mingled in them; yea, thou shalt find even thy repentance to condemn thee, because thou madest that but a door to a relapse.
Never propose to thy self such a God, as thou wert not bound to imitate: Thou mistakest God, if thou read more
Never propose to thy self such a God, as thou wert not bound to imitate: Thou mistakest God, if thou make him to be any such thing, or make him to do any such thing, as thou in thy proportion shouldst not be, or shouldst not do. And shouldst thou curse any man that had never offended, never transgrest, never trespass thee? Can God have done so? Will God curse man, before man have sinned?
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 . . .
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
