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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Edmund Spenser

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
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
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
Greatest god below the sky.
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God Greatness Sky
But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
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
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Angel Gratitude Music One Liner Thankful
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
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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Fashion Law Manner Right Rule Simplicity
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
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
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
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
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
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
All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Greatness Happiness Philosophy World
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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End God Goodness
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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Color Earth Flower Glory Goodness Herself Love Spring
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Bold Character Inspirational Personality
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Himself Hope Kindness Mercy
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
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
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
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Fall Stars Strike Touch
No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
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

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