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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.

Edmund Spenser

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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Appearance Bed Bright Flame Light Morning Stars
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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Action Death Live Man Thinking Wisdom Word
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Himself Home Hypocrisy True
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Hard Horse Old Teaching
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Herself Justice Right Truth Win
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
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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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Angry Late Repent

How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.

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