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.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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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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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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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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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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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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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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