Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
JOHN DONNEArt is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
More John Donne Quotes
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In heaven it is always autumn.
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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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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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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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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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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I am a little world made cunningly.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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I shall not live ’till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
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And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
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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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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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