Greatest god below the sky.
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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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For 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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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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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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