Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
EDMUND SPENSERNo dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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