Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
JOHN DONNEIf 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.
More John Donne Quotes
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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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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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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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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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
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I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
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If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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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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