Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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No 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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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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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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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