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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

John Donne

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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.
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God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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Tis true, 'tis day what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.
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I shall not live 'till I see God and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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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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If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.
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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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...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned alas why should I be?
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O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
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ask not for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee
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No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent.
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