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  • For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

    John Donne, John Carey (2000). “John Donne: The Major Works”, p.116, Oxford University Press, USA