Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The speaker expresses a profound love that transcends the fear of loss, finding solace in the idea of playful deception about death.
In this quote, John Donne explores the complexity of love and mortality, conveying that his love is so deep that he does not seek to leave or replace it. Instead, he highlights the inevitability of death, suggesting that it might be wiser to embrace life with humor and lightness, even in the face of such profound truths.
Themes
LoveMortalityHumorDeceptionLife
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared during a wedding speech to highlight the playful yet profound nature of true love.
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