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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

We give each other a smile with a future in it.
JOHN DONNE

Each Other Future One Liner
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
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
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 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
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
JOHN DONNE

Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
JOHN DONNE

God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
JOHN DONNE

Body Clothes Joy Naked Soul Taste
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
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, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNE

Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
JOHN DONNE

Best Fools One Liner Wisdom
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
JOHN DONNE

Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul

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