Quotes from John Donne

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

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

Love is the only angel, who can bid the gates unroll, and when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast, his way mat lie through darkness, but leads to light at last.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.