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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

Edmund Spenser

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
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
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
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
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
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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Flesh Live Man Spirit Teaching Yourself
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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Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
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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Bright Eternity Fate Forever Heaven Ourselves
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
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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Myself Promise Reason Season Time
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Himself Home Hypocrisy True

Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

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