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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

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
JOHN DONNE

Greatness Nature Pieces
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
JOHN DONNE

Myself Observation Sick
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
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
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.
JOHN DONNE

God Image Myself Soul Visit
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
JOHN DONNE

Love Ourselves Run True
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
JOHN DONNE

Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
JOHN DONNE

Angel God Present Stone Straw
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
JOHN DONNE

Eyes Face Myself
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
JOHN DONNE

Each Other Future One Liner
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
JOHN DONNE

Control Love Oneself Room
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
JOHN DONNE

Declaration Love
I am a little world made cunningly.
JOHN DONNE

Build Myself One Liner World
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
JOHN DONNE

Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking

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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