Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSERBeauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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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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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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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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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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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