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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
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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.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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