Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
EDMUND SPENSERSweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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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!
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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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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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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