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What if this present were the world’s last night?

John Donne

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
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Declaration Love
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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Criticism Death Life Ourselves
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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Divine Hands Ourselves Reason Soul
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?
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Born Break Death Deep Man Ourselves Prison Spiritual
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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Myself Observation Sick
Friends are ourselves.
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Friendship One Liner Ourselves
No man is an island unto himself.
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Himself Island Man
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
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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Glory Ourselves Peace Responsibility Wake Up
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Autumn Face Myself See Spring Summer
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
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
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
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
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor Soul

What if this present were the world’s last night?

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