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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

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
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
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
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
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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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Action Brave Care Deserve Excellence Freedom Goodness Praise Virtue Willing
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
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
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
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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Breathe Fair Light Play Soft Spirit Sweet
Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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Greatness Growth Hard Hold Low Oneself Suffering

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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