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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

John Donne

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
JOHN DONNE

Gift Heaven Material Poor Rich
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

Change Deep Myself
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
JOHN DONNE

Heaven Joy Place Safety True World
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
JOHN DONNE

Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor Soul
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
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.
JOHN DONNE

Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
JOHN DONNE

Man Responsibility Work
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
JOHN DONNE

God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
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

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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