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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

Edmund Spenser

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
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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Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Adversity Fall Flower Right
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Action Gentle Mindset
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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Content Heart Love Queen Smile Yourself
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatness Myself Reach Rule
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Fly Happiness Thinking Wings
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice

But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

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