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Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
John Donne
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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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Very Rev. John Donne
Indiscreet
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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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Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
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Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
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Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began, Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man. Only perchance beasts sin not wretched we Are beasts in all but white integrity.
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And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
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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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