John Donne Thy Quotations

Since I am coming to that holy room, / Where, with thy quire of Saints for evermore, / 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.

Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere,/ This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

If yet I have not all thy love, / Dear, I shall never have it all.

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

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a part of a 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 . . .