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Greatest god below the sky.

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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Edmund Spencer
Greatest
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Sky

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The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death.
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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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What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiant be, That he should be so sterne to stranger wight For seldom yet did living creature see That courtesie and manhood ever disagree.
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I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has
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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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Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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The nightingale is sovereign of song.
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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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Fly from wrath sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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So Orpheus did for his owne bride, So I unto my selfe alone will sing, The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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