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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.

John Donne

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
JOHN DONNE

Man Responsibility Work
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
JOHN DONNE

Greatness Nature Pieces
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
JOHN DONNE

Art Compassionate Hold Man
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
JOHN DONNE

Absence Greatness Love Presence
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
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
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE

Animal Man Worth Yourself
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
JOHN DONNE

Angel Animal God Invitation Myself Noise Sound
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNE

Life Love Myself Wonder
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
JOHN DONNE

Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up

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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