For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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