Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNENo man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
More John Donne Quotes
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God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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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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For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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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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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
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Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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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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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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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.
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I am a little world made cunningly.
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Friends are ourselves.
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