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On a huge hill,
Cragged and steep, Truth stands,
and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goe;
And what the hills suddenness resists, winne so;
Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight, Thy Soule rest,
for none can worke in that night.

— John Donne Poems (1633)

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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
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