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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.

Edmund Spenser

But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Herself Justice Right Truth Win
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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Action Brave Care Deserve Excellence Freedom Goodness Praise Virtue Willing
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Easy Man Willing
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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Fall Lost Oneself Place
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Bad Death Equality Goodness Rest
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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God Grant Love Wisdom
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
Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Angel Eyes Face Greatness Place Sunshine
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Advice Lost Philosophy
Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Evening Fade Fresh Man Morning Taste
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Action Bad Evil Home Word
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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Creation Form Herself Judgement Knowledge Nature Operation World
Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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King Love Spring
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Lesson Love Teaching
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
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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Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Burn Cruelty Death Hate Heart Oneself Revenge Treason
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
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Beautiful Flower Forest Growth Herself Love Relationship Rose
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Blissful Delight Garden Growth Happiness Immortal
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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Betrayal Man Manner Mindset
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
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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Attraction Comfortable Eyes Grace Kind Sweet Thinking
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Himself Home Hypocrisy True

For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.

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