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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Edmund Spenser

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSER

Flesh Live Man Spirit Teaching Yourself
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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Flower Growth Herself Sweet
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fall Stars Strike Touch
But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
EDMUND SPENSER

Greatness Growth Hard Hold Low Oneself Suffering
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Inspirational Love Power
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fall Lost Oneself Place
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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Creature Enemy God Grace Love Man Mercy Service Wickedness
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Himself Learning Wasted
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSER

Angry Fly Fruit Wait War Word
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Angry Late Repent
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
EDMUND SPENSER

Himself Home Hypocrisy True
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Freedom Sin Wasted Time
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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Love Marriage Rage Sleep Suffering Wake Weakness

Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

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