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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?

John Donne

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
JOHN DONNE

Gift Heaven Material Poor Rich
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
JOHN DONNE

Forever Parents Short Time
I am a little world made cunningly.
JOHN DONNE

Build Myself One Liner World
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
JOHN DONNE

Afraid Animal Fear Man
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
JOHN DONNE

Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
JOHN DONNE

Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
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.
JOHN DONNE

Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man

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