For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
EDMUND SPENSERFull little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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