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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.

Edmund Spenser

Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Adversity Fall Flower Right
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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Greatness Growth Hard Hold Low Oneself Suffering
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Fly Happiness Thinking Wings
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatness Myself Reach Rule
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Herself Justice Right Truth Win
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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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
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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Action Blame Heaven Man Success
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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Bright Eternity Fate Forever Heaven Ourselves
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
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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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
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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Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Greatness Happiness Philosophy World

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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