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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Edmund Spenser

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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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
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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Compare Death Help Home Sleep
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Enemy Grief Life One Liner
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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Action Death Live Man Thinking Wisdom Word
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
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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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
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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Attraction Comfortable Eyes Grace Kind Sweet Thinking
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

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