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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.

Edmund Spenser

Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
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
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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Compare Death Help Home Sleep
Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Angel Eyes Face Greatness Place Sunshine
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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Flesh Live Man Spirit Teaching Yourself
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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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Action Bad Evil Home Word
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy

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