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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

Edmund Spenser

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
All flesh doth frailty breed!
EDMUND SPENSER

Body Flesh Fragile
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Creature Enjoyment Fall Liberty
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
EDMUND SPENSER

Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
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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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Himself Learning Wasted
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Myself Promise Reason Season Time
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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Action Brave Care Deserve Excellence Freedom Goodness Praise Virtue Willing
Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Angel Eyes Face Greatness Place Sunshine
Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Growth Quite Run World Worst
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time

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