For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
EDMUND SPENSERFondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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But times do change and move continually.
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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.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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