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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.

John Donne

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
JOHN DONNE

Fools Love Myself Talk
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?
JOHN DONNE

Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
JOHN DONNE

Continent Man Piece
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
JOHN DONNE

Art Build Creation Poetry
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
No man is an island unto himself.
JOHN DONNE

Himself Island Man
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
JOHN DONNE

Beautiful Build Death Love
What if this present were the world’s last night?
JOHN DONNE

End Night Present World
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
JOHN DONNE

Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
JOHN DONNE

Art Compassionate Hold Man
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
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
JOHN DONNE

God Need Stand Suffering Thinking
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
JOHN DONNE

Control Love Oneself Room
Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
JOHN DONNE

Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
JOHN DONNE

Hell Solitude Threat

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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