Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
EDMUND SPENSERDeath is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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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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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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