So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
EDMUND SPENSERBright 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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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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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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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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