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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

Edmund Spenser

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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Growth Quite Run World Worst
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Himself Learning Wasted
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
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
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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Fashion Law Manner Right Rule Simplicity
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Action Blame Heaven Man Success
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Creature Enjoyment Fall Liberty
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Heart Mindset Misery World
Greatest god below the sky.
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God Greatness Sky
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Angel Gratitude Music One Liner Thankful
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest

Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

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