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In heaven it is always autumn.

John Donne

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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Love Season Time
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
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.
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Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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Affect Angel Flame Voice
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
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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Friendship Happiness One Liner Share
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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Body Clothes Joy Naked Soul Taste
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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Greatness Nature Pieces
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
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Benefit Himself Willing
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.
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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.
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Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
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
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Death Delicate Escape Wind
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time

In heaven it is always autumn.

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