John Donne Quotes
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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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Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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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.
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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.
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Let not one bring Learning, another Diligence, another Religion, but every one bring all.
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Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.
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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.
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I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
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The day breaks not, it is my heart.
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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.
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Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration
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Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
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Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
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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.
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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.
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Twice and thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.
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Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
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At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.
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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.
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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More than kisses, letters mingle souls.