John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Она мертва; а так как, умирая,
Все возвращается к первооснове,
А мы основой друг для друга были
И друг из друга состояли,

If poisonous minerals, and if that
Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents
Cannot be damned, alas, why should I be

Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it
Thou art so true that tho...

Death be not proud, though some have called
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me

In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;

Death, be not proud, though some have called
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me

I scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring make it more
But if this medicine, lo...

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question
That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;
The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul,
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave ...

Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face
Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape
If 'twere a shame to love, here 'twere no shame; Affection here...

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.