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Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

John Donne

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
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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Bell God
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Change Deep Myself
In heaven it is always autumn.
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Autumn Heaven Season
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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Count God Goodness Life Myself
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Man Responsibility Work
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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Goal Law Nature
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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Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
JOHN DONNE

Greatness Nature Pieces

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

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Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

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