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God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

John Donne

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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
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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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There is no health physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
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Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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We love and understand talent we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.
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And if there be any addition to knowledge, it is rather a new knowledge than a greater knowledge rather a singularity in a desire of proposing something that was not knownat all beforethananimproving, anadvancing, a multiplying of former inceptions and by that means, no knowledge comes to be perfect.
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
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Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.
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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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That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
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Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
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Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.
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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
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Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
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At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
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It is too little to call man a little world Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.
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That thou remember them, some claim as debt I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.
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Nature hath no goal though she hath law.
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Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
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