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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.

John Donne

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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
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Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.
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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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Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.
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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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But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
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