Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – 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

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – 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
Natures great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne