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?
EDMUND SPENSERMen, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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