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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

John Donne

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
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Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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Declaration Love
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
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Hands Let Go
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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Affect Angel Flame Voice
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.
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Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
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.
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Art Hard Love Sick Sweet Treasure
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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Determination Difference Quiet Weakness
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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Love Season Time
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
Friends are ourselves.
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Friendship One Liner Ourselves
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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Art Build Creation Poetry
I am a little world made cunningly.
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Build Myself One Liner World
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
JOHN DONNE

Love Myself Oneself Sin

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

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