All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNEPoetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
More John Donne Quotes
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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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God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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No man is an island unto himself.
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O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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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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If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
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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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I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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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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I am a little world made cunningly.
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Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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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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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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We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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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 wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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