Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
John DonneAny man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
John DonneThat which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.
John DonneWho ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
John Donne