No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne