Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
EDMUND SPENSERThrough knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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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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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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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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