Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.
Interpretation
This quote explores the complexities of social status and identity in the context of life and death.
John Donne reflects on the inevitability of death and the blurring of social distinctions that occurs after death, suggesting that once we are gone, it becomes impossible to differentiate between people based on their social status. The churchyard symbolizes the common end for all, and the act of sifting dust represents the futile attempt to classify people in a realm where such classifications no longer hold significance.
In practice
In a discussion about the equality of all individuals, one might reference this quote to emphasize that social distinctions vanish in death.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
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.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it: for then it is a most inhumane vice. - But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.
He who understands the limits of life knows that it is easy to obtain that which removes the pain of want and makes the whole of life complete and perfect. Thus he has no longer any need of things which involve struggle.
As soon as you believe that a label you've put on yourself is true, you've limited something that is literally limitless, you've limited who you are into nothing but a thought.
Freedom from labor itself is not new; it once belonged among the most firmly established privileges of the few. In this instance, it seems as though scientific progress and technical developments had been only taken advantage of to achieve something about which all former ages dreamed but which none had been able to realize.
Moderation is the center wherein all philosophies, both human and divine, meet.
I shall assume that your silence gives consent.
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
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