All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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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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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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But times do change and move continually.
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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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