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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

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
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
In heaven it is always autumn.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Heaven Season
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Build Death Love
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
JOHN DONNE

Goal Law Nature
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

Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though ‘Tis got by chance, ‘Tis kept by art.
JOHN DONNE

Art Hard Love Sick Sweet Treasure
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 observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
JOHN DONNE

Fear God Himself See
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
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

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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