John Donne II

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.