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To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

John Donne

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
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
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNE

Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
JOHN DONNE

Determination Difference Quiet Weakness
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
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
JOHN DONNE

Benefit Himself Willing
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
JOHN DONNE

God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNE

Confusion Poor 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
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
JOHN DONNE

Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
JOHN DONNE

Afraid Animal Fear Man
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
JOHN DONNE

God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNE

Knowledge Ourselves Perfection

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