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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

Edmund Spenser

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSER

Angry Fly Fruit Wait War Word
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
EDMUND SPENSER

Love One Liner Rose Time
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSER

Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
EDMUND SPENSER

Chain Togetherness
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSER

Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
EDMUND SPENSER

Attraction Comfortable Eyes Grace Kind Sweet Thinking
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
EDMUND SPENSER

Herself Justice Right Truth Win
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fly Happiness Thinking Wings
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fall Lost Oneself Place
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
EDMUND SPENSER

Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
EDMUND SPENSER

King Love Spring
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSER

Beautiful Flower Forest Growth Herself Love Relationship Rose
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSER

Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fashion Law Manner Right Rule Simplicity

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