Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right. – 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

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right. – 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
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. – John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne