Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
EDMUND SPENSERHasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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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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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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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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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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 deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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