Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
EDMUND SPENSERThe Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Men, 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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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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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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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From 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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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