Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
EDMUND SPENSERYet 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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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 mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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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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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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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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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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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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