More than kisses letters mingle souls.

— John Donne

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

— John Donne

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeared, And true plane hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we fine two better hemispheres Without Sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mix equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

— John Donne

Nature hath no goal, though she hath law.

— John Donne

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

— John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself.

— John Donne

No man is an Island entire of itself every man is a peace of the Continent a part of the Maine if a Clod be washed away by the sea Europe is the less as well as if a Promontories were as well as if a manor of thy friends or thine own were. Any man's 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

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

— John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal

— John Donne

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

— John Donne