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 DONNETrue joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
More John Donne Quotes
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Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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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.
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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though ‘Tis got by chance, ‘Tis kept by art.
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Death is an ascension to a better library.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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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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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.
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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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