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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. - John Donne Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. - John Donne Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. - John Donne