She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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