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The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
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The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.
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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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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.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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?
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Greatest god below the sky.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would chuse goodness of his own free will.
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