Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
EDMUND SPENSERA 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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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