John Donne
John Donne
John Donnewas an English poet and a cleric in the Church of England. He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. His poetry is noted for its vibrancy of language and inventiveness of metaphor, especially compared to that of his contemporaries. Donne's style is characterised by abrupt openings and various paradoxes, ironies and dislocations...
entire europe island man thine thy washed
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 . . .
beauty summer spring
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
teamwork men grieving
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
autumn heaven
In heaven it is always autumn.
death book men
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
library ascension
Death is an ascension to a better library.
inspirational friendship death
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the 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 friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
love two fool
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
death peace grief
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
thee kill-me dies
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
motivational jail palaces
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
love beauty sarcastic
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
giving
we give each other a smile with a future in it
love-is two ifs
...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.