What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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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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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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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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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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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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