In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSERLike as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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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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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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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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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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