Quote#Freedom
As Thou
Quote byJohn Donne · 1572–1631
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Hymn to Christ, at the Author’s last going into Germany (1619), stanza 3.
English (original)
As Thou Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now; Thou lovest not, till from loving more Thou free My soul; Who ever gives, takes liberty; Oh, if Thou carest not whom I love, Alas! Thou lovest not me.
— John Donne
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