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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

John Donne

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.
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Affordable Comfortable God Himself Power Praise
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
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Death God Instruction Love Powerful Strong Yourself
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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Animal Man Worth Yourself
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor 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
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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Angel Animal God Invitation Myself Noise Sound
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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Greatness Nature Pieces
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
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
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Life Love Myself Wonder
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though ‘Tis got by chance, ‘Tis kept by art.
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Art Hard Love Sick Sweet Treasure
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
I am a little world made cunningly.
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Build Myself One Liner World

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

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