Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
EDMUND SPENSERAll 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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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