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 friend's 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 bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
John DonneTags: death mankind isolation community
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
John DonneLove, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneTags: love beauty instability inconstancy passage-of-time precariousness
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so.
Poor heretics there be,
Which think to establish dangerous constancy,
But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,
You shall be true to them, who are false to you.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
John DonneTags: letters
I fix mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye...
Sir, more than kisses,
letters mingle souls;
For, thus friends absent speak.
And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.
John DonneYet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
Tags: love broken-heart
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