Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERDeath is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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