No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – 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
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne