I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNEThen love is sin, and let me sinful be.
More John Donne Quotes
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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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Friends are ourselves.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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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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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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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.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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