For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
EDMUND SPENSERSuch is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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.
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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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