My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

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.