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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

John Donne

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
JOHN DONNE

Kiss Letter Soul
As soon as there was two there was pride.
JOHN DONNE

Ego Number Pride
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
JOHN DONNE

Greatness Nature Pieces
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
JOHN DONNE

Fear God Himself See
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
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
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Desire Dreams Myself See
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
Friends are ourselves.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship One Liner Ourselves
Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE

Bell God
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNE

Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time
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
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
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
JOHN DONNE

Despair Heaven Hell Joy

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

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