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Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

John Donne

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
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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Determination Difference Quiet Weakness
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
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Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Hands Let Go
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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Count God Goodness Life Myself
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Myself Observation Sick
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
What if this present were the world’s last night?
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End Night Present World
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
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Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor Soul
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
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Death Myself One Liner Progress Sing Soul
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Despair Heaven Hell Joy
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul

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