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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

John Donne

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
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Beautiful Build Death Love
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.
JOHN DONNE

Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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Declaration Love
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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Gift Heaven Material Poor Rich
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
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Fools Love Myself Talk
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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Affect Angel Flame Voice
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
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Afraid Animal Fear Man
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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Hell Solitude Threat
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Man Responsibility Work
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

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