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

Edmund Spenser

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
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatness Myself Reach Rule
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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Action Death Live Man Thinking Wisdom Word
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Angel Gratitude Music One Liner Thankful
Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
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
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.
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Creature Enemy God Grace Love Man Mercy Service Wickedness
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Angry Late Repent
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night

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