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Though Truth and Falsehood be Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
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The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
John Donne
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Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke.
John Donne -
The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
John Donne -
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
John Donne -
O my America! my new-found land.
John Donne -
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
John Donne -
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
John Donne
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How deepe do we dig, and for how coarse gold?
John Donne -
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
John Donne -
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
John Donne -
As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
John Donne -
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
John Donne -
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
John Donne
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
John Donne -
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
John Donne -
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
John Donne -
Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration
John Donne -
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
John Donne -
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
John Donne
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Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.
John Donne -
Let not one bring Learning, another Diligence, another Religion, but every one bring all.
John Donne -
I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.
John Donne -
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
John Donne