The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSERA 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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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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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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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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