To be no part of any body, is to be nothing. John Donne More Quotes by John Donne More Quotes From John Donne Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. John Donne criticalcourseslife I did best when I had least truth for my subjects. John Donne subjects The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can. John Donne fleasethicsdoe Other men's crosses are not my crosses. John Donne crossesmen Lust-bred diseases rot thee. John Donne theediseaselust Old grandsires talk of yesterday with sorrow, And for our children we reserve tomorrow. John Donne sorrowyesterdaychildren And if there be any addition to knowledge, it is rather a new knowledge than a greater knowledge; rather a singularity in a desire of proposing something that was not knownat all beforethananimproving, anadvancing, a multiplying of former inceptions; and by that means, no knowledge comes to be perfect. John Donne perfectdesiremean Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today. John Donne suntoday The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms. John Donne richkingdomsheaven Young men mend not their sight by using old men's spectacles. John Donne sightyoungmen I find no abhorring in my appetite. John Donne appetite I sing the progress of a deathless soul. John Donne deathlessprogresssoul Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols. John Donne bodysoulheaven That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget. John Donne debtrememberthinking To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love. John Donne ragelustwriting When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust. John Donne ambitiousdustmen Kind pity chokes my spleen. John Donne pitychokekind Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, The intelligence that moves, devotion is. John Donne soulmenmoving My love though silly is more brave. John Donne bravesilly Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity John Donne soulfaithhands
