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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair

But Justice, though her dome doom she doe prolong,Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Where justice grows, there grows eke greater grace.

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;
But double griefs afflict concealing harts,
As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed sourse,And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse.

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.

Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.

Fondnesse it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

So passeth, in the passing of a day,
Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre

I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.

Then came October, full of merry glee.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.

The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.

The nightingale is sovereign of song.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

Pour out the wine without restraint or stay,
Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful,
Pour out to all that wull.

Together linkt with adamantine chains.

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state,
Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying
Thought

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared;
Therefore his house is unto his annext:
Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Sluggish idleness
the nurse of sin.

A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known,
For a man by nothing is so well betrayed
As by his manners.

The noblest mind the best contentment has

The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

The mind maketh good or ill, wretch or happy, rich or poor.

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse,
From worse unto that is worst of all,
And then return to his former fall.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Hark, how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays, and carol of love's praise.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

Waking love suffereth no sleepe:
Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke:
Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.

O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

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.

For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;

Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.

Bright as does the morning star appear,
Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

But times do change and move continually.

All that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
And lende me leave to come unto my love?
- Epithalamion

I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.

Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.

O sacred hunger of ambitious minds.

Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.

The Patron of true Holinesse,
Foule Errour doth defeate:
Hypocrisie him to entrappe,
Doth to his home entreate.

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

[...] one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre

All for love, and nothing for reward.

She bathed with roses red,
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.

It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

Like as the culver on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate

In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime,
For none can call again the passed time.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

Death is an equall doome
To good and bad, the common In of rest.

There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.
(No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)

Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

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.

To be wise and eke to love,
Is granted scarce to gods above.

And he that strives to touch the stars
Oft stumbles at a straw.

Why then should witless man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?