Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – 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