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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.

Edmund Spenser

Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
EDMUND SPENSER

Freedom Gold
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
EDMUND SPENSER

Best Contentment Mindset Noble One Liner
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
EDMUND SPENSER

Chain Togetherness
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSER

Color Earth Flower Glory Goodness Herself Love Spring
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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Bad Fall Goodness Himself Return Worst
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Flower Growth Herself Sweet
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSER

Beautiful Flower Forest Growth Herself Love Relationship Rose
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
EDMUND SPENSER

Greatness Myself Reach Rule
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSER

Creature Enjoyment Fall Liberty
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Love Reward
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
EDMUND SPENSER

Music Sweet
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Hard Horse Old Teaching
But times do change and move continually.
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Change Move Time
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSER

Himself Learning Wasted
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
EDMUND SPENSER

Easy Man Willing

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.

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