Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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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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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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