Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.
Quotes from Poems — John Donne
1572–1631 England
86 quotes
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For, all our joys are but fantastical.
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say?
Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,
Only in this, that you both painted be.
Shall I leave all this constant company,
And follow headlong, wild uncertain thee?
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all.
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here today.
Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.
But think that we
Are but turned aside to sleep.
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
Is to a woman, but a kind of ghost.
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Donne (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.