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    Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
    — John Donne
    tags: beauty  die 
     
    But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
    — John Donne
    tags: sleep  space 
     
    O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
    — John Donne
    To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
    — John Donne
    tags: body 
     
    Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
    — John Donne
    tags: joy  hell  despair  heaven 
     
    I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
    — John Donne
    tags: die  book 
     
    A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat .
    — John Donne
    tags: men  cat  afraid 
     
    I am a little world made cunningly.
    — John Donne
    tags: world 
     
    I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
    — John Donne
    tags: loving  saying  fools 
     
    No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
    — John Donne
    tags: death  men  friends  mankind 
     
    Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
    — John Donne
    tags: integrity  sleep  night 
     
    Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
    — John Donne
    tags: death 
     
    Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.
    — John Donne
    Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
    — John Donne
    tags: time  mercy  occasion  god 
     
    Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
    — John Donne
    tags: mystery  soul  body  book 
     
    Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
    — John Donne
    tags: beauty  die 
     
    Death is an ascension to a better library.
    — John Donne
    tags: death  library 
     
    More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
    — John Donne
    tags: soul  kiss 
     
    we give each other a smile with a future in it
    — John Donne
    tags: future  smile 
     
    When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
    — John Donne
    tags: men  language  die  book 
     
    Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
    — John Donne
    tags: death 
     
    No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
    — John Donne
    tags: men 
     
    No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
    — John Donne
    tags: beauty  grace  summer 
     
    And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
    — John Donne
    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.
    — John Donne
    tags: death  exercise 
     
    Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
    — John Donne
    tags: joy  soul  body 
     
    I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
    — John Donne
    tags: god  neglect 
     
    On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that willReach her, about must, and about must goo.
    — John Donne
    tags: truth 
     
    I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.
    — John Donne
    tags: ghost  god  lover 
     
    I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
    — John Donne
    Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
    — John Donne
    tags: death  powerful  strong  jesus  christ 
     
    All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another
    — John Donne
    tags: justice  men  live  language  age  mankind  die  god  war  book  library 
     
    As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
    — John Donne
    tags: fear  god 
     
    ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
    — John Donne
    Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
    — John Donne
    Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
    — John Donne
    tags: nature 
     
    Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
    — John Donne
    tags: sin 
     
    God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
    — John Donne
    tags: justice  age  god  war 
     
    And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
    — John Donne
    Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
    — John Donne
    tags: world 
     
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    john donne
    Birth    : January 22, 1572
    Death  : March 31, 1631
    Occupation  : Poet