God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
JOHN DONNEMan 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.
More John Donne Quotes
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Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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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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To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
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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.
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Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
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Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
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True 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.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Death is an ascension to a better library.
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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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