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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

Edmund Spenser

All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Greatness Happiness Philosophy World
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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Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness
But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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Angel Desire Fashion Heart Leadership Stop Talk Teaching
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
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 since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Angel Gratitude Music One Liner Thankful
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
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

But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

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