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Oft stumbles at a straw.
Greatest god below the sky.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
There is no disputing about taste.
O sacred hunger of ambitious minds.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
Then came October, full of merry glee.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
But times do change and move continually.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
Where justice grows, there grows eke greater grace.
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
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.