Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.
And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms; As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.