Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
John DonneI neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
John DonneI count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
John DonnePoor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, โSince you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.
John Donne