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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

John Donne

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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Affect Angel Flame Voice
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
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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Love Ourselves Run True
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
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
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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Gift God Happiness Heart Love
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Afraid Animal Fear Man
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Despair Heaven Hell Joy
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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Control Love Oneself Room
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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Continent Man Piece
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor Soul
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
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Life Love Myself Wonder

Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

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