Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNEFriends are ourselves.
More John Donne Quotes
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Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.
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No man is an island unto himself.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov’d?
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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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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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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A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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We give each other a smile with a future in it.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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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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