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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.

Edmund Spenser

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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Growth Quite Run World Worst
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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Bright Eternity Fate Forever Heaven Ourselves
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Action Gentle Mindset
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
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
Greatest god below the sky.
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God Greatness Sky
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Greatness Happiness Philosophy World
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
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
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Action Blame Heaven Man Success
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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Color Earth Flower Glory Goodness Herself Love Spring
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Myself Promise Reason Season Time

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