black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

John Donne

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
JOHN DONNE

Hell Solitude Threat
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
JOHN DONNE

Art Compassionate Hold Man
Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
JOHN DONNE

Palace Prison World
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNE

Life Love Myself Wonder
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
JOHN DONNE

Body One Liner Worth
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
JOHN DONNE

Angel Animal God Invitation Myself Noise Sound
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
JOHN DONNE

Alcohol Drink Honesty Leadership
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
JOHN DONNE

Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
JOHN DONNE

Gift God Happiness Heart Love
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
JOHN DONNE

Count God Goodness Life Myself
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE

Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More John Donne Quotes