Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Interpretation
The quote expresses frustration with the sun's intrusion, emphasizing that love transcends time and seasonal boundaries.
In this poem, John Donne portrays the sun as an annoying interruption in the lovers' intimate moment, suggesting that love should not be dictated by the passage of time or external circumstances. He argues that true love remains unaffected by the seasons or hours, highlighting its eternal and universal nature, in contrast to the mundane concerns of time that often govern human activities.
In practice
In a romantic poem, one might use this quote to illustrate how love is timeless and unaffected by external interruptions.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it: for then it is a most inhumane vice. - But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.
I was a heavy heart to carry_x000D_ My beloved was weighed down_x000D_ My arms around his neck_x000D_ My fingers laced to crown._x000D_ I was a heavy heart to carry_x000D_ My feet dragged across ground_x000D_ And he took me to the river_x000D_ Where he slowly let me drown_x000D_ My love has concrete feet_x000D_ My love's an iron ball_x000D_ Wrapped around your ankles _x000D_ Over the waterfall
You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
We all want to be in love and find that person who is going to love us no matter how our feet smell, no matter how angry we get one day, no matter the things we say that we don't mean.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.
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