Fretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERFor evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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