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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?

John Donne

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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Body One Liner Worth
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
JOHN DONNE

God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
JOHN DONNE

God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
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.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
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.
JOHN DONNE

Determination Difference Quiet Weakness
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
JOHN DONNE

Establishment God Miracle Nature
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
JOHN DONNE

Affect Angel Flame Voice
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
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
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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Gift God Happiness Heart Love
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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Declaration Love
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
JOHN DONNE

Kiss Letter Soul

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