How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Any 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.

Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

No man is an island unto himself.