No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. – John Donne