Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.
John DonneThe rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
John DonneGod employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
John Donne