Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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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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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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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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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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