Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNEDeath comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
More John Donne Quotes
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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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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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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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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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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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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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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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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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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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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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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?
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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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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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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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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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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No man is an island unto himself.
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