Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
John DonneThe world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.
John DonneTake me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John DonneThis Extasie doth unperplex (We said) and tell us what we love, Wee see by this, it was not sexe, Wee see, we saw not what did move: But as all severall soules contain Mixture of things, they know not what, Love, these mixt souls, doth mixe againe. Loves mysteries in soules doe grow, But yet the body is his booke.
John Donne