Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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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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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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