In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSERThose that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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