And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERBut Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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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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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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 whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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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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