Maxioms by John Donne
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.
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake read more
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.
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?
It is not in the power of the devil to do so much harm, as God can do good; nay, read more
It is not in the power of the devil to do so much harm, as God can do good; nay, we may be bold to say, it is not in the will, not in the desire of the devil to do so much harm, as God would do good.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
