But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
EDMUND SPENSERFor we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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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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