Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSERAll love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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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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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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