All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSERMen, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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