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Edmund Spenser

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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Compare Death Help Home Sleep
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Angel Gratitude Music One Liner Thankful
Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Myself Promise Reason Season Time
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Inspirational Love Power
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Hard Horse Old Teaching
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Choice Freedom Goodness Praise Sick Willing
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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Angel Desire Fashion Heart Leadership Stop Talk Teaching
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste

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