For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. John Donne

I am too fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so, in whinning poetry. John Donne

Love all love of other sights controls And makes one little room an everywhere. John Donne

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. John Donne

Love is a growing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. John Donne

Oh, if thou car'st not whom I love alas, thou lov'st not me. John Donne

Twice or thrice had I loved thee Before I knew thy face or name. John Donne

Whoever loves, if he do not propose, The right true end of love, he's one that goes, To sea for nothing but to make him sick. John Donne

Just such disparity, As is 'twixt air and Angels' purity, 'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be. John Donne

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty dies. John Donne