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
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne