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Friends are ourselves.

John Donne

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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God Hold Kiss Love Myself Romance Sex Tongue Yourself
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
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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Endurance Expansion Gold Myself Soul
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
I am a little world made cunningly.
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Build Myself One Liner World
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!
JOHN DONNE

Death God Instruction Love Powerful Strong Yourself
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
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Despair Heaven Hell Joy
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Beginning Humility One Liner Satisfaction
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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God Justice Pieces Sick Translation War
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
JOHN DONNE

Body Clothes Joy Naked Soul Taste
Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Art Compassionate Hold Man
Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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Palace Prison World
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Beautiful Build Death Love
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
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Control Love Oneself Room
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
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Confusion Poor Soul

Friends are ourselves.

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