I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
John DonneYet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.
John DonneSleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
John Donne