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.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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