Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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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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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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But times do change and move continually.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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