How imperfect is all our knowledge!
JOHN DONNELove, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
More John Donne Quotes
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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.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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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.
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For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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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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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Friends are ourselves.
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Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
JOHN DONNE