Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSERFor there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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