From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.

Edmund Spenser

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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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Body Easy Gold Heart Man Mindset World
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Advice Bite Hard Ocean
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
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
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
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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Action Brave Care Deserve Excellence Freedom Goodness Praise Virtue Willing
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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Breathe Fair Light Play Soft Spirit Sweet
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Grace Profit Rule
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
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
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Himself Home Hypocrisy True
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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Compare Death Help Home Sleep
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Eyes Joy Missing Night
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatness Myself Reach Rule
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Action Bad Evil Home Word
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
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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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
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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Cold Desire Fire Greatness Growth Hard Love Myself
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Adversity Fall Flower Right
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Love Sweet Voice

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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