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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 LXXX Sermons (1640)

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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.

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Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.

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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.

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Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant,
The only harmless great thing.

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

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