I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity. – John Donne