Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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