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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
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Life Love Myself Wonder
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
Friends are ourselves.
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Friendship One Liner Ourselves
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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Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor Soul
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
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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Animal Man Worth Yourself
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.
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Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
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Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
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
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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Friendship Happiness One Liner Share

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