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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
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Spend
Ends
Good
Giveth

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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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Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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