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John Donne

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"Death Be Not Proud," one of Donne's Holy Sonnets, stands as perhaps the most-cited work from his pen — a compact fourteen-line poem that addresses death directly and argues for its ultimate powerlessness.

Donne was born in London in 1572 and educated at the University of Cambridge. He worked as a poet, writer, and translator, producing verse in the English language across both secular and devotional registers. He was also a jurist and a librettist, roles that point to the breadth of his activity beyond lyric poetry. Later in life he was ordained as an Anglican priest, bringing his literary and religious concerns into closer alignment. He is considered a representative of the metaphysical poets, a grouping that places him among writers whose verse engages in elaborate argument and striking figurative language.

Donne went on to serve as Dean of St Paul's Cathedral in London, a post he held from 1621 until his death in 1631, also in London. That decade at St Paul's gave him a prominent public platform, and his role there as a cleric shaped the final chapter of his career. The fact that he held the deanship right up to his death suggests the position was central to who he was in his later years, not merely an institutional title. His authorized name label, "Donne, John, 1572–1631," neatly brackets a life spent moving between the roles of poet, priest, and public servant.

Quotes by John Donne

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Busy old fool, unruly sun, / Why dost thou thus, / Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
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Busy old fool, unruly sun, / Why dost thou thus, / Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
We easily know / By this these angels from an evil sprite, / They set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
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We easily know / By this these angels from an evil sprite, / They set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Marriage rings are not of this stuff.
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Marriage rings are not of this stuff.
Death be not proud thou some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.
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Death be not proud thou some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.
Storms chafe, and soon wear out themselves, or us; / In calms, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.
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Storms chafe, and soon wear out themselves, or us; / In calms, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.
Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal beaches, with silken lines and silver hooks...
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Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal beaches, with silken lines and silver hooks...
Who vagrant transitory comets sees, Wonders because they’re rare; but a new star Whose motion with the firmament agrees, Is miracle; for there no new things are.
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Who vagrant transitory comets sees, Wonders because they’re rare; but a new star Whose motion with the firmament agrees, Is miracle; for there no new things are.
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
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Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal brooks, with silken lines and silver hooks.
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Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal brooks, with silken lines and silver hooks.
Tears are the summer shower to the soul.
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Tears are the summer shower to the soul.
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