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Aye me, how many perils do enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall? Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold, And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.Edmund Spenser
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Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem, Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield: The worth of all men by their end esteem, And then praise, or due reproach them yield.Edmund Spenser
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Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made, All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade. .Edmund Spenser
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I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.Edmund Spenser
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Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?Edmund Spenser
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.Edmund Spenser
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For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy and true content, Which they have harbour'd since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see And know each other here belov'd to be.Edmund Spenser
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So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.Edmund Spenser
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Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, All as I were through the body gryde. My ragged rontes all shiver and shake, As doen high Towers in an earthquake: They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes, Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales.Edmund Spenser
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The poet's scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. The Genius survives all else is claimed by death.Edmund Spenser
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It is the mind that maketh good of ill that maketh wretch or happy rich or poor.Edmund Spenser
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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.Edmund Spenser
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Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.Edmund Spenser
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The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death.Edmund Spenser
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Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.Edmund Spenser