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

John Donne

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
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
JOHN DONNE

Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
JOHN DONNE

Each Other Future One Liner
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
JOHN DONNE

Art Build Creation Poetry
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Build Death Love
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
JOHN DONNE

God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
JOHN DONNE

God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
JOHN DONNE

Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
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.
JOHN DONNE

Affordable Comfortable God Himself Power Praise
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

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

Love Season Time
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

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

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