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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Edmund Spenser

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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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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Bad Fall Goodness Himself Return Worst
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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Appearance Bed Bright Flame Light Morning Stars
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
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
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Fly Happiness Thinking Wings
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy
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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Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
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
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

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