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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.

Edmund Spenser

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Beautiful Flower Forest Growth Herself Love Relationship Rose
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
EDMUND SPENSER

Advice Bite Hard Ocean
Greatest god below the sky.
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God Greatness Sky
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Fly Happiness Thinking Wings
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
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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Growth Quite Run World Worst
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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Bright Eternity Fate Forever Heaven Ourselves
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
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
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Himself Learning Wasted
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSER

Action Gentle Mindset
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

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