From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
EDMUND SPENSERFoul 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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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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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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But times do change and move continually.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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