Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSERHer angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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