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This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
John Donne
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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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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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In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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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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Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.
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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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God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
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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 am a little world made cunningly.
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Friends are ourselves.
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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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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
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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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The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
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And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.
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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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Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
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I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.
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Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
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Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
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