All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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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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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.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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