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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.

Edmund Spenser

Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Best Contentment Mindset Noble One Liner
Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Choice Freedom Goodness Praise Sick Willing
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Attraction Comfortable Eyes Grace Kind Sweet Thinking
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Beautiful Flower Forest Growth Herself Love Relationship Rose
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Heart Mindset Misery World
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Angry Fly Fruit Wait War Word
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong

A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.

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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.

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