For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not. John Donne More Quotes by John Donne More Quotes From John Donne Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown. John Donne searchers women art Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none. John Donne virtue names knows Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment. John Donne punishment faults past Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries. John Donne christian men jesus Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill. John Donne destiny heart may Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. John Donne roving sex hands Nature hath no goal though she hath law. John Donne nature goal law Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. John Donne infatuation chaste take-me God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God. John Donne atheist men thinking Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee. John Donne eye home long And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran. John Donne dust flower men It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing. John Donne littles men world What if this present were the world's last night? John Donne what-if night history Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone. John Donne women hate art I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming. John Donne swimming exercise death Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. John Donne body soul joy But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner. John Donne executioners sabotage my-own Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. John Donne shining blow heart Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God. John Donne affliction treasure men I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door. John Donne whining noise doors
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