As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. – John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no. – John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – 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