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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

John Donne

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?
JOHN DONNE

Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
JOHN DONNE

Each Other Future One Liner
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
JOHN DONNE

Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
JOHN DONNE

Hell Solitude Threat
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE

Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Desire Dreams Myself See
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
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
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNE

Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
JOHN DONNE

God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
JOHN DONNE

Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
JOHN DONNE

Love Ourselves Run True
As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
JOHN DONNE

Gift God Happiness Heart Love

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