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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

Edmund Spenser

In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Himself Learning Wasted
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
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 if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Choice Freedom Goodness Praise Sick Willing
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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Angel Desire Fashion Heart Leadership Stop Talk Teaching
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Chain Togetherness
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Attraction Comfortable Eyes Grace Kind Sweet Thinking
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
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
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
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
Yet 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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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery

Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

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