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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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We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
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God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.
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The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
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There is no health physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
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True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
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I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.
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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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My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must 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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Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
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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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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!
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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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Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
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So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
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