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In heaven it is always autumn.

John Donne

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Death Delicate Escape Wind
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
JOHN DONNE

Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
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Fools Love Myself Talk
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Myself Observation Sick
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
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Benefit Himself Willing
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
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Better Book Death Language Man Translation
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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God Image Myself Soul Visit
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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Eyes Face Myself
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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Friendship Happiness One Liner Share
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War

In heaven it is always autumn.

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