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.
EDMUND SPENSERThis iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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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.
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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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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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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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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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But times do change and move continually.
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