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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

Edmund Spenser

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
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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Compare Death Help Home Sleep
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Chain Togetherness
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
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
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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Bad Fall Goodness Himself Return Worst
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
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Angel Eyes Face Greatness Place Sunshine
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
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
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
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

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