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

Edmund Spenser

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
EDMUND SPENSER

Angry Late Repent
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
EDMUND SPENSER

Love One Liner Rose Time
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
EDMUND SPENSER

Eyes Joy Missing Night
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSER

Appearance Beautiful Man Philosophy
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Curse Feed Happiness Heart Jealous Lose Misery
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSER

Enemy Grief Life One Liner
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSER

Flesh Live Man Spirit Teaching Yourself
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Call Man Myself Right Virtue Wrong
But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
EDMUND SPENSER

Herself Justice Right Truth Win
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
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?
EDMUND SPENSER

Cold Desire Fire Greatness Growth Hard Love Myself
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
EDMUND SPENSER

Easy Man Willing
But times do change and move continually.
EDMUND SPENSER

Change Move Time
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSER

Absence Cry Friendship Herself Loss
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.
EDMUND SPENSER

Fall Lost Oneself Place
All for love, and nothing for reward.
EDMUND SPENSER

Love Reward

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

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