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
When I must shipwrack, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotencie might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne