Be thine own palace, or the worlds thy jail. – John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne
Be thine own palace, or the worlds thy jail. – John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne