Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSERFor there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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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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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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