Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Suth wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I began.
John DonneThe rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
John DonneAs God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
John DonneThere is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
John Donne