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
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
More John Donne Quotes
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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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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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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.
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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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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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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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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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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.
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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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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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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.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE