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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.

John Donne

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
JOHN DONNE

Art Build Creation Poetry
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
JOHN DONNE

God Image Myself Soul Visit
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?
JOHN DONNE

Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
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
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.
JOHN DONNE

Angel Animal God Invitation Myself Noise Sound
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.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
JOHN DONNE

Alcohol Drink Honesty Leadership
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
JOHN DONNE

Despair Heaven Hell Joy
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship Happiness One Liner Share
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library

Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.

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