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.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

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.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Death, thou shalt die.