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I am a little world made cunningly.

John Donne

Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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Greatness Nature Pieces
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNE

Love Season Time
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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Angel God Present Stone Straw
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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Beautiful Desire Dreams Myself See
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Absence Greatness Love Presence
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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Gift Heaven Material Poor Rich
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
JOHN DONNE

Hands Let Go
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
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Expression Feeling Grave Human Thinking Word
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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Death Delicate Escape Wind
We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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Each Other Future One Liner
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Better Book Death Language Man Translation
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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Eyes Face Myself
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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Affect Angel Flame Voice
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.
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Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking

I am a little world made cunningly.

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