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Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love's delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
Love
Monsters
Worm
Turning
Felicity
Delight
Feeds
Misery
Eats
Losing
Cursed
Upon
Worms
Fear
Monster
Canker
Heart
Jealousy
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