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.
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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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 for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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