So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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