In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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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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Bright 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 for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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