John Donne

Quotes from John Donne. Twitter had not Donne as I'd have done, so I add more.

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So short is life, that every pesant strives,
In a torn house, or field, to have three lives

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Old Gransires talk of yesterday with sorrow:
And for our children we reserve to-morrow.

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Alas, we scarce live long enough to try
Whether a true made clock run right or lie.

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Where is this mankind now; who lives to age,
Fit to be made Methusalem his page?

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And when the very Stature thus erect,
Did that Soul a good way towards heaven direct

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So spacious and large, that every Soul
Did a fair Kingdom, and large Realm controul

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When as the age was long, the sise was great;
Man’s growth confess’d, and recompenc’d the meat

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When, if a slow pac’d star had stoln away
From the observer’s marking, he might stay
Two or three hundred years to see’t again,
And then make up his observation plain

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When, Stag, and Raven, and the long-liv’d tree,
Compar’d with man, dy’d in minority

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When as the Sun and man did seem to strive,
(Joynt-tenants of the world) who should survive

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And yet we do not that; we are not men:
There is not now that mankind, which was then

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We do delightfully our selves allow
To that consumption; and profusely blinde
We kill our selves to propagate our kinde

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For that first marriage was our funeral:
One woman at one blow, then kill’d us all,
And singly, one by one they kill us now.

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They were to good ends, and they are so still,
But accessory, and principal in ill

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How wity’s ruin, how importunate
Upon mankind? it labour’d to frustrate
Even God’s purpose; and made woman, sent
For man’s relief, cause of his languishment

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poor mothers cry,
That Children come not right nor orderly,
Except they headlong come and fall upon
An ominous precipitation.

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We are born ruinous

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And can there be worse sickness, than to know,
That we are never well, nor can be so?

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There is no health; Physitians say that we,
At best, enjoy but a neutrality.

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For with due temper men do then forgoe,
Or covet things, when they their true worth know