No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. – John Donne