Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
JOHN DONNEWho are a little wise the best fools be.
More John Donne Quotes
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In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
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I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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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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True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
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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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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.
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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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How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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