For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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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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Men, 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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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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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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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