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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.

John Donne

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.
JOHN DONNE

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

Art Build Creation Poetry
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

Change Deep Myself
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
JOHN DONNE

Better Book Death Language Man Translation
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
JOHN DONNE

Gift Heaven Material Poor Rich
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
JOHN DONNE

Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
Friends are ourselves.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship One Liner Ourselves
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
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
JOHN DONNE

Despair Heaven Hell Joy
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Afraid Animal Fear Man
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
JOHN DONNE

Best Fools One Liner Wisdom
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
JOHN DONNE

Each Other Future One Liner
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE

Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
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

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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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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