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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

John Donne

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
JOHN DONNE

Count God Goodness Life Myself
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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Each Other Future One Liner
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
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!
JOHN DONNE

Death God Instruction Love Powerful Strong Yourself
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
JOHN DONNE

Kiss Letter Soul
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
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.
JOHN DONNE

God Image Myself Soul Visit
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
JOHN DONNE

Angel God Present Stone Straw
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
JOHN DONNE

Greatness Nature Pieces
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
JOHN DONNE

Better Book Death Language Man Translation
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
JOHN DONNE

Benefit Himself Willing
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
JOHN DONNE

Art Build Creation Poetry
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

Change Deep Myself
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul

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