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The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Edmund Spenser
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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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Edmund Spencer
Nightingale
Nightingales
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought
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For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
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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!
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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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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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