Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
EDMUND SPENSERFrom 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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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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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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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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