Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSERIn vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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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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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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