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And now good morrow to our waking souls,Which watch not one another out of fear;For love, all love of other sights controls,And makes one little room, an everywhere.Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
— John Donne
Love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere.
— John Donne
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
— John Donne
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
— John Donne
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
— John Donne
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love
— John Donne
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
— John Donne
I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye...
— John Donne
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
Love is a growing, or full constant light, And his first minute, after noon, is night.
— John Donne
If they be so two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other dar doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like the other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end, where I begun.
— John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign Love was as subtly catched, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, Which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, For though 'tis got by chance,'tis kept by art
— John Donne