Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
EDMUND SPENSERMan’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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