John Donne quotes - page 3
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Nor question much
That subtle wreth 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 this to control,
And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
John Donne
John Donne
Occupation: English Poet
Born: 1572
Died: March 31, 1631
Quotes count: 138
Wikipedia: John Donne
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