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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

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE

Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
JOHN DONNE

God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
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
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
JOHN DONNE

Best Fools One Liner Wisdom
Friends are ourselves.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship One Liner Ourselves
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
JOHN DONNE

Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
JOHN DONNE

Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
JOHN DONNE

Count God Goodness Life Myself
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
JOHN DONNE

Goal Law Nature
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship Happiness One Liner Share
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
JOHN DONNE

Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
JOHN DONNE

Art Build Creation Poetry
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
JOHN DONNE

Benefit Himself Willing

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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