Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
EDMUND SPENSERBut O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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