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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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Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay? Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;...

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This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimages last mile; and my race...

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Sweare by thy selfe, that at my death thy Sonne Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;...

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So all were lost, which in the ship were found, They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.

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One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!

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I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him meerly seise me, and onely declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome ...

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I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite;...

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A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let us alone,...

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

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Whenever any affliction assails me, I have the keys of my prison in mine own hand, and no remedy presents it selfe so soone to my heart, as mine own sword. Often meditation of this hath wonne me to a charitable interpretation of their action, who dy so: and provoked me a little to watch and exagitate their reasons, which pronounce so peremptory judgments upon them.

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Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began, Angels sinn'd first, then devils, and then man. Only perchance beasts sin not ; wretched we Are beasts in all but white integrity.

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Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me, why plowing, building, ruling and the rest, or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest, by cursed Cain's race invented be, and blest Seth vexed us with Astronomy.

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Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign.

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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

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We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

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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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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

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

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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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Come live with me, and be my love,And we will some new pleasures proveOf golden sands, and crystal brooks,With silken lines, and silver hooks.

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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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More than kisses letters mingle souls.

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SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls, For thus, friends absent speak.

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Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak.

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When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity.

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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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Be your own palace, or the world is your jail.

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All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated...As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness....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 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 bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

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