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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?

John Donne

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
JOHN DONNE

Body Clothes Joy Naked Soul Taste
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
JOHN DONNE

Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
JOHN DONNE

Angel God Present Stone Straw
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

Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
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
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
JOHN DONNE

Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
JOHN DONNE

Goal Law Nature
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
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
JOHN DONNE

Man Responsibility Work
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.
JOHN DONNE

Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
JOHN DONNE

Despair Heaven Hell Joy
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
JOHN DONNE

Alcohol Drink Honesty Leadership
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNE

Knowledge Ourselves Perfection

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