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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

John Donne

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
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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Love Ourselves Run True
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
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Fear God Himself See
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Beautiful Build Death Love
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Change Deep Myself
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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Death Diminish Freedom Kind Man
There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
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Establishment God Miracle Nature
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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Kiss Letter Soul
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.
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Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Death Delicate Escape Wind
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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Knowledge Ourselves Perfection
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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Beautiful Desire Dreams Myself See
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship

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