I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. – John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne