John Donne

Poet

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Beauty
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Death
Death be not proud, though some have called thee 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.
Age
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
God
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
Love
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Death
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.
Great
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
Beauty
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Faith
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.