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.
JOHN DONNEI am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
More John Donne Quotes
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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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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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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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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 states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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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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Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
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For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
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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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