Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow In his light wing's, is lifted up to sky; The scorn of-knighthood and true chivalry. To think, without desert of gentle deed And noble worth, to be advanced high, Such praise is shame, but honour, virtue's meed, Doth bear the fairest flower in honourable seed.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
O sacred hunger of ambitious minds.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath; Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath, Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife; And fretting grief the enemy of life; All these and many evils more, haunt ire.
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, As to descry the crafty cunning train, By which deceit doth mask in visor fair, And cast her colours dyed deep in grain, To seem like truth, whose shape she well can feign, And fitting gestures to her purpose frame, The guiltless man with guile to entertain?
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.
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.
Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiant be, That he should be so sterne to stranger wight; For seldom yet did living creature see That courtesie and manhood ever disagree.
He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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.
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