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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

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
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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Art Build Creation Poetry
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Absence Greatness Love Presence
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.
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Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
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
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
JOHN DONNE

Death Deep Equality Philosophy Spiritual Wisdom
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
I am a little world made cunningly.
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Build Myself One Liner World
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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Declaration Love
As soon as there was two there was pride.
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Ego Number Pride
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
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
JOHN DONNE

Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction

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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