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We give each other a smile with a future in it.

John Donne

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Death Delicate Escape Wind
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Afraid Animal Fear Man
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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Art Build Creation Poetry
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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Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
In heaven it is always autumn.
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Autumn Heaven Season
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
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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Continent Man Piece
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Life Love Myself Wonder
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Hands Let Go
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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Angel God Present Stone Straw
I shall not live ’till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
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Death God Live Myself See
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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Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
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.
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Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice

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