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Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
John Donne -
Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints forevermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
John Donne
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That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers' souls descend T' affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
John Donne -
We then, who are this new soul, know Of what we are compos'd and made, For th' atomies of which we grow Are souls, whom no change can invade. But oh alas, so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear? They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are The intelligences, they the spheres.
John Donne -
It is too little to call man a little world, except God, man is a diminutive to nothing. Man consists of more pieces, more parts, than the world; than the world doth, nay, than the world is.
John Donne -
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.
John Donne -
Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
John Donne -
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
John Donne
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
John Donne -
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
John Donne -
When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust.
John Donne -
Twice and thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
John Donne -
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
John Donne -
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.
John Donne
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Take heed of loving me.
John Donne -
When I died last, and dear, I die As often as from thee I go.
John Donne -
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
John Donne -
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
John Donne -
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.
John Donne -
But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.
John Donne
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
John Donne -
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
John Donne -
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
John Donne -
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
John Donne