For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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 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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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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