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Death is an ascension to a better library.

John Donne

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
JOHN DONNE

Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice
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
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
JOHN DONNE

Affect Angel Flame Voice
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
JOHN DONNE

Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE

Animal Man Worth Yourself
In heaven it is always autumn.
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Autumn Heaven Season
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

Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Despair Heaven Hell Joy
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
JOHN DONNE

Body One Liner Worth
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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Control Love Oneself Room
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
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Benefit Himself Willing
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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Affordable Comfortable God Himself Power Praise
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
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

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