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If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

John Donne

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.
JOHN DONNE

Gold Hands Happiness Live Love Silver
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.
JOHN DONNE

Break Breathe Force God Heart Myself Rise Seek
Death is an ascension to a better library.
JOHN DONNE

Better Death Library
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
JOHN DONNE

Friendship Happiness One Liner Share
God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
JOHN DONNE

Angel God Present Stone Straw
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
Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
JOHN DONNE

Animal Man Worth Yourself
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE

Body Book Grow Love Mystery Soul
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
JOHN DONNE

Change Deep Myself
If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
JOHN DONNE

Dreams Fantasy God Joy Myself Relationship
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
JOHN DONNE

Cleaning Hands Integrity Night Regret
I am a little world made cunningly.
JOHN DONNE

Build Myself One Liner World
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
JOHN DONNE

Criticism Death Life Ourselves
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.
JOHN DONNE

Death God Kill Myself Poor Proud Thinking
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
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
JOHN DONNE

Death Deep Equality Philosophy Spiritual Wisdom

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

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If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

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