Index of Select Last Lines from The Songs and Sonnets of John Donne
And the game kill’d, or lost, go talk, and sleep, 126
Be one, and another’s All, 206
Begin in thine own heart, from all malice free, 156
Being double dead, going, and bidding go, 201
But after one such love, can love no more, 166
But oh, no man could hold it; for ‘twas thine, 114
But to mark when, and where, the dark eclipses be?, 249
For dying men talk often so, 188
Love-slain, lo! here I lie, 158
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none, 182
Naked you’ve odds enough of any man, 153
No winter shall abate the spring’s increase, 214
Or prove as false as thou art now, 109
Rack’d carcasses make ill anatomies, 171
Should I tell what a miracle she was, 284
Small change, when we are to bodies gone, 220
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere, 232
To invent, and practice, this one way to annihilate all three, 122
Who are but little wise, the best fools be, 130
Whoe’er sighs most, is cruellest, and hastes the other’s death, 253
For use with Theodore Redpath’s annotated edition of The Songs and Sonnets of John Donne
