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?
EDMUND SPENSERAh! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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But times do change and move continually.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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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