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.
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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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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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