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

Edmund Spenser

Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
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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Greatness Growth Hard Hold Low Oneself Suffering
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Action Bad Evil Home Word
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
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
Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Growth Quite Run World Worst
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
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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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
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
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Herself Justice Right Truth Win
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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Bad Fall Goodness Himself Return Worst

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

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