Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

Commemoration Of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He Was The Word That Spake It; He Took The Bread And Brake It; And What That Word Did Make It I Do Believe, And Take It.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

Doubt Wisely; In Strange Way To Stand Inquiring Right, Is Not To Stray; To Sleep, Or Run Wrong, Is.

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.