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Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

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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Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.
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And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
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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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So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
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I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
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My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.
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Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
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Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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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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Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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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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God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent.
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That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither but an obscenity.
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Lust-bred diseases rot thee.
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Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?
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Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.
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Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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