Quotes By Author: John Donne

“At the round earth’s imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered bodies go ;All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow,All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies,Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyesShall behold God, and never taste death’s woe.But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ;For, if above all these my sins abound,’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,Teach me how to repent, for that’s as goodAs if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood. ”

“Every woman is a science; for he that plods upon a woman all his life long, shall at length finde himself short of the knowledge of her.”

“Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th’ other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th’ other foot, obliquely run ; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.”