No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – 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