My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
EDMUND SPENSERBright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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