Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
Quotes from Poems — John Donne
1572–1631 England
86 quotes
Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
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If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
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Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
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By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue.
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No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
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If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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Though Truth and Falsehood be
Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
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What if this present were the world's last night?
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Just such disparity
As is ’twixt air and angels’ purity,
’Twixt women’s love, and men’s will ever be.
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He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
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This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere.
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'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Donne (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.