All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
JOHN DONNEDoth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?
More John Donne Quotes
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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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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Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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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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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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Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
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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.
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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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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.
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
JOHN DONNE