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Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from,
The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
WALT WHITMAN, Leaves of Grass
- There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
- Rough-hew them how we will.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
When all is done, divinity is best.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, Doctor Faustus
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