Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERJoy 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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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?
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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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Full 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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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