Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
EDMUND SPENSERFor if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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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.
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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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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Sweet 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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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