John Donne Short Quotes

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Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

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For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

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Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

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But think that we
Are but turned aside to sleep.

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Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.

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Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here today.

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She is all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.

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Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.

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Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.

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Change is the nursery
Of music, joy, life, and eternity.

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I do nothing upon myself, and yet am mine own executioner.

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The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.

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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

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Young men mend not their sight by using old men's spectacles.

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Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

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Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

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When I died last, and dear, I die
As often as from thee I go.

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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

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And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the He and She.

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Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.

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But I do nothing upon my self, and yet I am mine own Executioner.

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Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.

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Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone.

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Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

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Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.

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Twice and thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name.

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He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

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Hail, Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the air is thy Diocese.

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