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“As Sicknesse is the greatest misery, so the greatest misery of sicknes is solitude; when the infectiousness of the disease deterss them who should assist from coming; even the Phisician dares scarse come... it is an Outlawry, and excommunication upon the patient....”

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Book:Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
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John Donne
John Donne

John Donne was a renowned 17th-century English poet, known for his profound religious and philosophical reflections. His poetry style was unique, blending the elegance of the Renaissance with the passion of the Reformation. more

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