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.
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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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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