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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

John Donne

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.
JOHN DONNE

Establishment God Miracle Nature
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
JOHN DONNE

Creature Glory God Man Pieces Reason World
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
JOHN DONNE

Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
JOHN DONNE

Better Book Death Language Man Translation
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
JOHN DONNE

Declaration Love
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNE

Invitation Mercy Occasion Sesaon Time
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
JOHN DONNE

Fear God Himself See
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
JOHN DONNE

Body One Liner Worth
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
JOHN DONNE

Man Responsibility Work
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
JOHN DONNE

God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
JOHN DONNE

Love Myself Oneself Sin
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE

Animal Man Worth Yourself
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

Change Deep Myself
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.
JOHN DONNE

Art Hard Love Sick Sweet Treasure
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library

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