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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.

Edmund Spenser

Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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Cold Desire Fire Greatness Growth Hard Love Myself
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
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
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
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
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Chain Togetherness
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Freedom Gold
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSER

Love Sweet Time
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
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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Body Easy Gold Heart Man Mindset World
All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Greatness Happiness Philosophy World
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 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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