No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God. – John Donne