How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNENo spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
More John Donne Quotes
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Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
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How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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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.
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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.
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Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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I am a little world made cunningly.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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