How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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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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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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