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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

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Man Responsibility Work
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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Greatness Nature Pieces
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
JOHN DONNE

Love Myself Oneself Sin
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Despair Heaven Hell Joy
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNE

Life Love Myself Wonder
As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
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Gift God Happiness Heart Love
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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Angel God Present Stone Straw
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
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
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
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.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
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
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE

Animal Man Worth Yourself

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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