At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels. John Donne More Quotes by John Donne More Quotes From John Donne No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. John Donne teamworkgrievingmen No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne summerspringbeauty 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 inspirationalfriendshipdeath Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes. John Donne equalpoliticalwisdom ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee John Donne bereavementgriefdeath All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...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 islandsmenbook I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so. John Donne foollovetwo Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. John Donne jailmotivationalworld More than kisses, letters mingle souls. John Donne kissingloveromantic How imperfect is all our knowledge! John Donne imperfect Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. John Donne ragstimelove 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 griefpeacedeath Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. John Donne yesterdayrunninglove O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee. John Donne sufferingneedsthinking When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. John Donne mendeathbook Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. John Donne soullovebook I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? John Donne wedding-poetrywonderlove True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in. John Donne true-joysoulheaven Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance. John Donne sleepintegritynight Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp. John Donne passionatemenart
