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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Edmund Spenser

Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Angry Fly Fruit Wait War Word
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Easy Man Willing
Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Best Contentment Mindset Noble One Liner
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Heart Mindset Misery World
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
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
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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Creature Enemy God Grace Love Man Mercy Service Wickedness

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

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