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Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.
From that day forth, in peace and joyous bliss
They liv'd together long without debate;
Nor private jars, nor spite of enemies,
Could shake the safe assurance of their state.
Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath;
Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife
Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath,
Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife;
And fretting grief the enemy of life;
All these and many evils more, haunt ire.
Good is no good, but if it be spend,
God giveth good for none other end.
Greatest god below the sky.
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
Heaps of huge words uphoarded hideously, with horrid sound, though having little sense.
Her cheek like apples which the sun had ruddied.
Her golden locks she roundly did uptie in braided trammels, that no looser hairs did out of order stray about her dainty ears.
Her words but wind, and all her tears but water.
Here may thy storme-bett vessell safely ryde;
This is the port of rest from troublous toyle,
The worlde's sweet inn from paine and wearisome turmoyle.
How many great ones may remember'd be,
Which in their days most famously did flourish,
Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see,
But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish,
Because the living cared not to cherish
No gentle wits, through pride or covetize,
Which might their names forever memorize!
How many perils doe enfold
The righteous man to make him daily fall.
Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiant be,
That he should be so sterne to stranger wight;
For seldom yet did living creature see
That courtesie and manhood ever disagree.
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
In vain he seeketh others to suppress,
Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.
It is the mind that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.
Long thus he chew'd the cud of inward griefe,
And did consume his gall with anguish sore;
Still when he mused on his late mischiefe,
Then still the smart thereof increased more,
And seemed more grievous than it was before.
Long while I sought to what I might compare
Those powerful eyes, which light my dark spirit;
Yet found I nought on earth, to which I dare
Resemble th' image of their goodly light
Not to the sun, for they do shine by night;
Nor to the moon, for they are changed never;
Nor to the stars, for they have purer sight;
Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever;
Nor to the lightning, for they still persever;
Nor to the diamond, for they are more tender;
Nor unto crystal, for nought may they sever;
Nor unto glass, such baseness might offend her;
Then to the Maker's self the likest be;
Whose light doth lighten all that here we see.
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
Mishaps are mastered by advice discreet, and counsel mitigates the greatest smart.
Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
Naught under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man and all his mind possess, as beauty's love-bait.
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
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