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

John Donne

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.
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Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Absence Greatness Love Presence
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
JOHN DONNE

Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
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
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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Palace Prison World
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
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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Best Fools One Liner Wisdom
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
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
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.
JOHN DONNE

Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
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
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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Criticism Death Life Ourselves
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction

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

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