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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.

Edmund Spenser

But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Angry Late Repent
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
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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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
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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Fashion Law Manner Right Rule Simplicity
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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Appearance Bed Bright Flame Light Morning Stars
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Himself Home Hypocrisy True
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Growth Quite Run World Worst
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatness Myself Reach Rule
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal

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