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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

Edmund Spenser

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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Action Death Live Man Thinking Wisdom Word
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Love Sweet Time
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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Appearance Bed Bright Flame Light Morning Stars
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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Content Heart Love Queen Smile Yourself
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Easy Man Willing
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
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
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Choice Freedom Goodness Praise Sick Willing
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
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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Creature Enemy God Grace Love Man Mercy Service Wickedness
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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Leaving Love Myself

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

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