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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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Edmund Spencer
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
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What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
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Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
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At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
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