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She, and comparisons are odious.
John Donne -
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
John Donne
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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
John Donne -
Hee drinkes misery, and he tastes happinesse; he mowes misery, and he gleanes happinesse; he journeys in misery, he does but walke in happinesse.
John Donne -
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
John Donne -
And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
John Donne -
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
John Donne -
When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.
John Donne