The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSERMy 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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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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