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All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are

All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another

John Donne
Life, War, Book
John Donne (1839). “The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life”, p.574

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

John Donne
War, Justice, Age
John Donne (2013). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of John Donne (Illustrated)”, Delphi Classics

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

John Donne
War, Law, Soul
'Holy Sonnets' (1609) no. 4 (in J. Carey's edition, OUP, 1990)

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

John Donne
War, Angel, Blow
John Donne, John Daniel Thieme (2014). “John Donne Holy Sonnets: with an introduction by John Daniel Thieme”, p.23, Vicarage Hill Press

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

John Donne
War, Hieroglyphics, Misery
John Donne, Henry Alford (1839). “The Works”, p.236

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?

John Donne
Art, Kings, War
John Donne (1839). “The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life”, p.448

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