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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

Edmund Spenser

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
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
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Action Gentle Mindset
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Hard Horse Old Teaching
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
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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Content Heart Love Queen Smile Yourself
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
Greatest god below the sky.
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God Greatness Sky
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
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
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
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth

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