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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.

Edmund Spenser

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
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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Divine Hate Heart Jealous Joy Love Thinking
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
Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Inspirational Love Power
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Hard Horse Old Teaching
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Action Bad Evil Home Word
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Easy Man Willing
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
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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