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

John Donne

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Hands Let Go
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
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
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Better Book Death Language Man Translation
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
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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Bell God
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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Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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Goal Law Nature
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
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Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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Love Myself Oneself Sin
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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Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
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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Angel God Present Stone Straw
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
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Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
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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Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Change Deep Myself
I am a little world made cunningly.
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Build Myself One Liner World
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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Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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Eyes Face Myself
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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Animal Man Worth Yourself
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.
JOHN DONNE

Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer

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

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