What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSERFor if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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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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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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