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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
His louely words her seemd due recompence
Of all her passed paines: one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre:
Shee has forgott, how many, a woeful stowre
For him she late endurd; she speakes no more
Of past . . .
Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
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It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:
For some, that hath abundance at his will,
Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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