ProseFor Whom the Bell Tolls No man is an island, entire of itself; everyman is a piece of the continent,… By John Donne
ReligionThis Inability to Sleep O eternal and most gracious God, who art able to make, and dost make, the… By John Donne
PoetryStudy Me Then, You Who Shall Lovers Be Study me then, you who shall lovers be At the next world, that is, at… By John Donne
PoetryDeath Rebuked Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art… By John Donne
PoetryA Lecture upon the Shadow Stand still, and I will read to thee A lecture, Love, in Love’s philosophy. These… By John Donne
PoetryThe Bait Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove… By John Donne
PoetryThe Good-Morrow I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we… By John Donne
Poetry“If men be worlds” If men be worlds, there is in every one Something to answer in proportion All… By John Donne
PoetryThe Paradox No lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect lover ; He… By John Donne