Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
JOHN DONNEDeath comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
More John Donne Quotes
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There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
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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.
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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.
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Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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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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I shall not live ’till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
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As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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Death is an ascension to a better library.
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Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
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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 is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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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






