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.
EDMUND SPENSERJoy 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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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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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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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