Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
JOHN DONNEGod affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.
More John Donne Quotes
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What if this present were the world’s last night?
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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Friends are ourselves.
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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
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A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
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As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.
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Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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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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Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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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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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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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 I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.
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There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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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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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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How imperfect is all our knowledge!
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All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
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Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
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I am a little world made cunningly.
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Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.
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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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