No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. – John Donne