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

Edmund Spenser

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
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Happiness Pain Pleasure
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
All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Body Flesh Fragile
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.
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Day Fear Feed Goodness Hell Hope Night Sorrow Speed Unknown Wasted
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Bold Character Inspirational Personality
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
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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Divine Hate Heart Jealous Joy Love Thinking
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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Appearance Bed Bright Flame Light Morning Stars
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Angry Late Repent
The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Herself Imitation Man Nature Truth
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Day Flower Life Mortal Pass
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Myself Promise Reason Season Time
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Music Sweet
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Love One Liner Rose Time
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy

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

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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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