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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

John Donne

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
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
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Alcohol Drink Honesty Leadership
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Absence Greatness Love Presence
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason 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
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Life Love Myself Wonder
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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Continent Man Piece
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
JOHN DONNE

Love Ourselves Run True
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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Art Build Creation Poetry
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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Love Myself Oneself Sin
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
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

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