Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERUnhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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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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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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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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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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