I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
But times do change and move continually.
The mind maketh good or ill, wretch or happy, rich or poor.
For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.
She bathed with roses red,
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.
For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
All that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
And he that strives to touch the stars
Oft stumbles at a straw.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
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.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
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