All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNEReason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
More John Donne Quotes
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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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Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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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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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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Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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