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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
JOHN DONNE

Life Love Myself Wonder
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
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.
JOHN DONNE

Affordable Comfortable God Himself Power Praise
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
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.
JOHN DONNE

Enemy Exception Friendship God Love Man Myself Vice
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
JOHN DONNE

Exception Freedom Prison Yourself
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
JOHN DONNE

Hell Solitude Threat
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
JOHN DONNE

Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
JOHN DONNE

Man Responsibility Work
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE

Death Delicate Escape Wind
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
JOHN DONNE

Death Forever Past Short Sleep Wake Up
A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
JOHN DONNE

Afraid Animal Fear Man
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
JOHN DONNE

Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
JOHN DONNE

Despair Heaven Hell Joy
In heaven it is always autumn.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Heaven Season

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