Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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