I sing the progress of a deathless soul,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control,Placed in most shapes; all times before the lawYoked us, and when, and since, in this I sing.And the great world to his aged evening,From infant morn, through manly noon I draw.
-John Donne
Select a background
More quotes by John Donne
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.