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John Donne

John Donne  (22 January 1572 – 31 March 1631) was a Jacobean metaphysical poet. His works include sonnets, love poetry, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, and sermons.

Quotes

Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.'''
 * '''Though Truth and Falsehood be
 * Satyre III (c. 1598)

and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goe; And what the hills suddenness resists, winne so; Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight, Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night.'''
 * '''On a huge hill, Cragged and steep, Truth stands,
 * Satyre III (c. 1598)

Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.'''
 * '''Go and catch a falling star,
 * Song (Go and Catch a Falling Star), stanza 1

No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
 * And swear
 * Song (Go and Catch a Falling Star), stanzas 2-3

Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.'''
 * '''I have done one braver thing
 * The Undertaking, stanza 1

Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.
 * But he who loveliness within
 * The Undertaking, stanza 4

And forget the He and She.
 * And dare love that, and say so too,
 * The Undertaking, stanza 5

Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
 * Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
 * The Sun Rising, stanza 1

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.'''
 * '''Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
 * The Sun Rising, stanza 1

Nothing else is.
 * She is all states, and all princes, I,
 * The Sun Rising, stanza 3

 * For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
 * The Canonization, stanza 1

By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.
 * The Phoenix riddle hath more wit
 * The Canonization, stanza 3

The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
 * As well a well-wrought urn becomes
 * The Canonization, stanza 4

For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry.'''
 * '''I am two fools, I know,
 * The Triple Fool, stanza 1

 * Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
 * The Triple Fool, stanza 2

For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.
 * Sweetest love, I do not go,
 * Song (Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go), stanza 1

And yet is here today.
 * Yesternight the sun went hence,
 * Song (Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go), stanza 2

Are but turned aside to sleep.
 * But think that we
 * Song (Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go), stanza 5

As often as from thee I go.
 * When I died last, and dear, I die
 * The Legacy, stanza 1

All women so, when thou art gone.
 * Oh do not die, for I shall hate
 * A Fever, stanza 1

Before I knew thy face or name.
 * Twice and thrice had I loved thee,
 * Air and Angels, stanza 1

O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.
 * 'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
 * Break of Day, stanza 1

All glory of honors, beauties, wits The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, 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.
 * All Kings, and all their favorites,
 * The Anniversary, stanza 1

Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
 * Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
 * The Anniversary, last stanza

Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
 * Send home my long strayed eyes to me,
 * The Message, stanza 1

The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interred; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.
 * The world's whole sap is sunk:
 * A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day, stanza 1

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.
 * For I am every dead thing,
 * A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day, stanza 2

And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
 * Come live with me, and be my love,
 * The Bait, stanza 1

(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
 * Dull sublunary lovers' love
 * A Valediction Forbidding Mourning, stanza 4

Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
 * Our two souls therefore which are one,
 * A Valediction Forbidding Mourning, stanza 6

As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.
 * If they be two, they are two so
 * A Valediction Forbidding Mourning, stanza 7

Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.
 * Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
 * The Ecstasy, line 7

Of what we are composed and made, For the' atomies of which we grow Are souls, whom no change can invade. But oh alas, so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear? They're ours, though they're not we; we are The intelligences, they the spheres.
 * We then, who are this new soul, know
 * The Ecstasy, line 45

So must pure lovers' souls descend T' affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
 * That subtle knot which makes us man:
 * The Ecstasy, line 64

But yet the body is his book.
 * Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
 * The Ecstasy, line 71

Who died before the god of love was born.
 * I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
 * Love's Deity, stanza 1

All is the purlieu of the god of love.
 * To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
 * Love's Deity, stanza 3

Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
 * Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm
 * The Funeral, stanza 1

 * A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
 * The Relic, stanza 1

 * Take heed of loving me.
 * The Prohibition, stanza 1

Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
 * So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
 * The Expiration, stanza 1

As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?
 * Ah cannot we
 * Farewell to Love, stanza 3

For, thus friends absent speak.
 * Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls;
 * Verse Letter to Sir Henry Wotton, written before April 1598, line 1

The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit, Can well direct him where to look for it. And freely men confess that this world's spent, When in the planets, and the firmament They seek so many new; then see that this Is crumbled out again to his atomies. 'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone; All just supply, and all relation: Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.
 * And new philosophy calls all in doubt,
 * An Anatomy of the World, The First Anniversary

Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought.
 * We understood
 * Of the Progress of the Soul, The Second Anniversary

Where, with thy choir of saints forevermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
 * Since I am coming to that holy room,
 * Hymn to God My God, in My Sickness, stanza 1

Cosmographers, and their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
 * Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
 * Hymn to God My God, in My Sickness, stanza 2

 * 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.
 * XXVI Sermons, No. 26, Death's Duel, last sermon, February 15, 1631

Against thy strength, Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration
 * Absence, hear thou my protestation
 * Poem Present in Absence
 * Attribution likely but not proven

Elegies

 * Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
 * No. 2, The Anagram, line 27

 * Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
 * No. 7, Nature's Lay Idiot, line 1

 * She, and comparisons are odious.
 * No. 8, The Comparison, line 54. Compare: "Comparisons are odious", John Fortescue, De Laudibus Leg. Angliæ, Chap. xix; "Comparisons are odorous", William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, act iii, scene v

As I have seen in one autumnal face.
 * No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
 * No. 9, The Autumnal, line 1

Abjure my so much loved variety.
 * The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I
 * No. 17, Variety, line 1

The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
 * Who ever loves, if he do not propose
 * No. 18, Love's Progress, line 1

Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
 * The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts
 * No. 18, Love's Progress, line 61

 * Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
 * No. 19, To His Mistress Going to Bed, line 24

 * O my America! my new-found land.
 * No. 19, To His Mistress Going to Bed, line 27

As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.
 * Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
 * No. 19, To His Mistress Going to Bed, line 33

Before, behind, between, above, below. O, my America, my Newfoundland My kingdom, safest when with one man mann's, My mine of precious stones, my empery; How am I blest in thus discovering thee ! To enter in these bonds, is to be free ; Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be."
 * Licence my roving hands, and let them go
 * No. 19, To His Mistress Going to Bed

The Good-Morrow

Did, till we loved?''' Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. '''If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.''' 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. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
 * '''I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I

Holy Sonnets (1633)
Of elements, and an angelic sprite.'''
 * '''I am a little world made cunningly
 * No. 5, line 1

Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise''' From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go.
 * '''At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
 * No. 7, line 1

Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
 * All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
 * No. 7, line 6

Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
 * If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,
 * No. 9, line 1

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,''' For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
 * '''Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
 * No. 10, line 1

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke.
 * Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
 * No. 10, line 9

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
 * One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
 * No. 10, line 13

 * What if this present were the world's last night?
 * No. 13, line 1

As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
 * Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
 * No. 14, line 1

 * Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.
 * No. 18, line 1

Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)

 * Variable, and therefore miserable condition of man; this minute I was well, and am ill, this minute.
 * I. Insultus Morbi Primus; The first alteration, the first grudging of the sickness.

 * Man, who is the noblest part of the earth, melts so away as if he were a statue, not of earth, but of snow.
 * II. Actio Læsa; The strength, and the functions of the senses, and other faculties change and fail.

 * It is too little to call man a little world, except God, man is a diminutive to nothing. Man consists of more pieces, more parts, than the world; than the world doth, nay, than the world is.
 * IV. Medische Vocatur The physician is sent for

 * Enlarge this meditation upon this great world, man, so far, as to consider the immensity of the creatures this world produces; our creatures are our thoughts, creatures that are born giants; that reach from east to west, from earth to heaven, that do not only bestride all the sea and land, but span the sun and firmament at once; my thoughts reach all, comprehend all. Inexplicable mystery; I their creator am in a close prison, in a sick bed, anywhere, and any one of my creatures, my thoughts, is with the sun, and beyond the sun, overtakes the sun, and overgoes the sun in one pace, one step, everywhere.
 * IV. Medische Vacatures; The physician is sent for.

 * And then as the other world produces serpents, and vipers, malignant, and venomous creatures, and worms, and caterpillars, that endeavour to devour that world produces them, and monsters compiled and complicated of diverse parents, and kinds, so this world, ourselves produces all these in us, in producing diseases and sicknesses of all those sorts; venomous and infectious diseases, feeding and consuming diseases...
 * IV. Medische Vocatur; The physician is sent for.

 * I observe the physician, with the same diligence, as he the disease; I see he fears, and I fear with him...
 * VI. Metuit. The physician is afraid

 * A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat; not afraid of starving, and yet is afraid of some joint of meat at the table, presented to feed him; not afraid of the sound of drums, and trumpets, and shot, and those, which they seek to drown, the last cries of men, and is afraid of some particular harmonious instrument; so much afraid, as that with any of these the enemy might drive this man, otherwise valiant enough, out of the field.
 * VI. Metuit. The physician is afraid

 * I know not what fear is, nor I know not what it is that I fear now; I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease... my weakness is from nature, who hath but her measure, my strength is from God, who possesses and distributes infinitely.
 * VI. Metuit. The physician is afraid

 * Age is a sickness, and Youth is an ambush.
 * Meditation 7

 * Let not one bring Learning, another Diligence, another Religion, but every one bring all.
 * Meditation 7

 * I do nothing upon myself, and yet am mine own executioner.
 * Meditation 12

 * The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
 * Meditation 12

 * He drinks misery, and he tastes happiness; he mows misery, and he gleaned happiness; he journeys in misery, he does but walked in happiness.
 * Meditation 13

 * How deep do we dig, and for how coarse gold?
 * Meditation 13

 * No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lessee, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manner of thy friends or of thine owne were; 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.
 * Modern version: 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 friends 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 bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
 * Meditation 17. This was the source for the title of Ernest Hemingway's novel.

LXXX Sermons (1640)

 * What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
 * No. 76, preached to the Earl of Carlisle, c. autumn 1622

 * Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
 * No. 3, preached on Christmas Day, 1625

 * 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.
 * No. 80, preached at the funeral of Sir William Cokayne, December 12, 1626

 * And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
 * No. 54, preached to the King at Whitehall, April 5, 1628

 * Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthian soul!
 * No. 48, preached upon the Day of St. Paul's Conversion, January 25, 1629

 * When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.
 * No. 76, preached at Sion to The Earl of Carlisle and company (c. 1622)

Disputed
He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.
 * He was the Word, that spake it:
 * Divine Poems, "On the Sacrament"; attributed by many writers to Elizabeth I. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1654, p. 352.

Quotes about John Donne

 * To read Dryden, Pope, &c., you need only count syllables; but to read Donne you must measure time, and discover the time of each word by the sense of passion.
 * Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Notes on Donne's Poems" in Notes, Theological, Political, and Miscellaneous ed. Derwent Coleridge (1853), p. 249

 * I have heard it said, by the way, that Donne's intolerable defect of ear grew out of his own baptismal name, when harnessed to his own surname -- John Donne. No man, it was said, who had listened to this hideous jingle from childish years, could fail to have his genius for discord, and the abominable in sound, improved to the utmost.
 * Thomas De Quincey, Literary Reminiscences: From The Autobiography of an English Opium-eater (1851)

 * His writings, like his actions, were faulty, violent, a little morbid even, and abnormal. He was not, and did not attempt to be, an average man. But actions and writings alike, in their strangeness and aloofness, were unadulterated by a tinge of affectation.
 * Edmund Gosse, The Life and Letters of John Donne (1899)

 * Donne is the most inharmonious of our versifiers, if he can be said to have deserved such a name by lines too rugged to seem metre. Of his earlier poems many are very licentious; the later are chiefly devout. Few are good for much; the conceits have not even the merit of being intelligible; it would perhaps be difficult to select three passages that we should care to read again.
 * Henry Hallam, Introduction to the Literature of Europe (1864)

 * think: poems fixed this landscape: Blake, Donne, Keats
 * Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser

 * Donne, more than any other of his lifetime, understood that flair is its own kind of truth: if you want to make your point, make it so vivid and strange that it cuts straight throughyour interlocutor's complacent attention. To read his verse is to hear him insist, across the gap of hundreds of years: for God's sake, will you listen.
 * Katherine Rundell

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