I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNEPoor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
More John Donne Quotes
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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.
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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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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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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I am a little world made cunningly.
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
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A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
JOHN DONNE






