All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
EDMUND SPENSERFor easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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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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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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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 love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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