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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

John Donne

Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
JOHN DONNE

Hell Solitude Threat
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
JOHN DONNE

Better Book Death Language Man Translation
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNE

Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
JOHN DONNE

Body Clothes Joy Naked Soul Taste
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
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
JOHN DONNE

Absence Greatness Love Presence
Friends are ourselves.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship One Liner Ourselves
In heaven it is always autumn.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Heaven Season
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
JOHN DONNE

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

Love Season Time
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
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?
JOHN DONNE

Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual

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