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All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.
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Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
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I learned have, not to despise, What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
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For all that faire is, is by nature good; That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
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Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.
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Sweete Themmes runne softly, till I end my Song.
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Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
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A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.
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But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night.
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Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall!
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Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
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O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
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And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?
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How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!
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And all for love, and nothing for reward.
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Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.
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Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke.
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Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, And her conception of the joyous Prime.
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Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
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Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
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For all that Nature by her mother-wit Could frame in earth.
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Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small.
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A monster, which the Blatant beast men call, A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad.
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