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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

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
JOHN DONNE

Better Book Death Language Man Translation
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.
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Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
JOHN DONNE

Determination Difference Quiet Weakness
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
JOHN DONNE

Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
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
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Man Responsibility Work
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
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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Continent Man Piece
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?
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Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
JOHN DONNE

Love Ourselves Run True
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Build Death Love
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
JOHN DONNE

Angel God Present Stone Straw

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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