John Donne Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

  John Donne

  Love, Romantic, Kissing

  'To Sir Henry Wotton' (1597-8)

• Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

  John Donne

  Love, Book, Soul

  John Donne, John Carey (2000). “John Donne: The Major Works”, p.123, Oxford University Press, USA

• True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

  John Donne

  True Joy, Heaven, Soul

  John Donne (1839). “The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life”, p.80

• And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

  John Donne

  Fear, Sight, Sea

  John Donne, Theodore Redpath (2009). “The Songs and Sonets of John Donne”, p.227, Harvard University Press

• Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights upon his Bible; so without that, without humility, no man shall hear God speak to his soul, though he hear three two-hour sermons every day.

  John Donne

  Humility, Night, Men

  John Donne (1839). “The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life”, p.149

• All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

  John Donne

  War, Law, Soul

  'Holy Sonnets' (1609) no. 4 (in J. Carey's edition, OUP, 1990)

• If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.

  John Donne

  Moving, Two, Feet

  John Donne (1839). “The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life”, p.555

• Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

  John Donne

  Two, Soul, Gold

  c.1595-1605 'A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).

• Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

  John Donne

  Soul, Poor, Perplexed

  'LXXX Sermons' (1640) 25 January 1628/9

• Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

  John Donne

  Hair, Heaven, Soul

  'Songs and Sonnets' 'The Funeral'

• From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

  John Donne

  Sleep, Men, Soul

  c.1610-1615 Holy Sonnets, no.10.

• At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

  John Donne

  War, Angel, Blow

  John Donne, John Daniel Thieme (2014). “John Donne Holy Sonnets: with an introduction by John Daniel Thieme”, p.23, Vicarage Hill Press

• Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

  John Donne

  Love, Soul, Dull

  John Donne, Henry Alford (1839). “The Works”, p.555

• So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

  John Donne

  Kissing, Break Off, Two

  John Donne, Izaak Walton (1855). “The Poetical Works of Dr. John Donne: With a Memoir”, p.316

• This 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

  Love, Moving, Soul

• In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.

  John Donne

  Soul, Doe, Firsts

  John Donne (1839). “The works of John Donne. With a memoir by H. Alford”, p.319

• He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

  John Donne

  God, Eye, Men

  John Donne, John E. Booty (1990). “John Donne: Selections from Divine Poems, Sermons, Devotions, and Prayers”, p.141, Paulist Press

• Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Suth wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I began.

  John Donne

  Running, Moving, Home

  c.1595-1605 'A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).

• That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

  John Donne

  Soul

  John Donne, John Carey (2000). “John Donne: The Major Works”, p.345, Oxford University Press, USA

• A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.

  John Donne

  Good Night, Valentine, Clothes

  John Donne (1949). “The complete poems of John Donne”

• Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

  John Donne

  Faith, Hands, Soul

  John Donne (1996). “Selected Poetry”, p.132, Oxford University Press, USA

• Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

  John Donne

  Joy, Soul, Body

  John Donne (1993). “Selected Poems”, p.38, Courier Corporation

• I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

  John Donne

  Soul, Progress, Deathless

  'The Progress of the Soul' (1601) st. 1

• As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

  John Donne

  Men, Soul, Virtuous

  'Songs and Sonnets' 'A Valediction: forbidding mourning'

• Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols.

  John Donne

  Heaven, Soul, Body

  1611 'An Anatomy of the World: The First Anniversary'.

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