How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNEBe more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
More John Donne Quotes
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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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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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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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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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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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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Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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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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No man is an island unto himself.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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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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As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
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As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
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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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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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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’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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