Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
EDMUND SPENSERFrom good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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But times do change and move continually.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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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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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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