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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.

John Donne

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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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London
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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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