Meditation #17 By John Donne

Perchance, he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not … Continue reading Meditation #17 By John Donne

“Batter my heart, three-personed God”

Appreciating these words from John Donne's Holy Sonnets, XIV Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to … Continue reading “Batter my heart, three-personed God”