There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
JOHN DONNEIn heaven it is always autumn.
More John Donne Quotes
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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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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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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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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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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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.
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We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Death is an ascension to a better library.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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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.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?
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