How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
EDMUND SPENSERFondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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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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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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