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 John Donne - “Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls for, thus friends absent speak”
 John Donne - “When I must shipwrack, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotencie might have some excuse not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.”
 John Donne - “No man is an island entire of itself every man is a part of a 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 friends or of thine own were . . .”
 John Donne - “When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.”
 John Donne - “God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.”
 John Donne - “Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.”
 John Donne - “Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.”
 John Donne - “Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right, By these wee reach divinity....”
 John Donne - “Poor intricated soul Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul”
 John Donne - “Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.”
 John Donne - “Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.”
 John Donne - “Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.”
 John Donne - “No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.”
 John Donne - “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 friends 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 bell tolls It tolls for thee.”
 John Donne - “'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.”
 John Donne - “Tis true, 'tis day what though it be O wilt thou therefore rise from me Why should we rise, because 'tis light Did we lie down, because 'twas night Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.”
 John Donne - “If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned alas why should I be”
 John Donne - “Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.”
 John Donne - “I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved were we not weaned till then But sucked on country pleasures, childishly Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den”
 John Donne - “As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.”
 John Donne - “But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.”
 John Donne - “I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it for then it is a most inhumane vice. But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.”
 John Donne - “Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.”
 John Donne - “The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.”
 John Donne - “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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