WednesdayFeb 04, 2026
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Thomas Traherne, MA (1636 or 1637, Hereford, England - ca. September 27, 1674, Teddington) was an English poet and religious writer.
Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven; see yourself in your Father's Palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as Celestial Joys; having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the Angels.
How like an angel came I down!
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world.
The soul is made for action, and cannot rest till it be employed. Idleness is its rust. Unless it will up and think and taste and see, all is in vain.
You never know yourself till you know more than your body.
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