Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
EDMUND SPENSERFor easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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