John Donne Quotations | Page 3

Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began, Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man. Only perchance beasts sin not ; wretched we Are beasts in all but white integrity.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither...

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.