Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSERFor since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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 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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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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For 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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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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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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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