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And through the hall there walked to and fro
A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same,
Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow
Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came,
And knew them how to order without blame.
Topic: Appetite
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. II, canto IX, st. 28)
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And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore.
Topic: Christ
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 2)
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The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
Topic: Cuckoos
Source: Sonnet (19)
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O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Topic: Feet
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto X, st. 9)
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
Topic: Forgetfulness
Source: Sonnet LXXV
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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
Topic: Harvest
Source: The Shepherd's Calendar--December (L. 121)
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It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy,
rich or poor.
Topic: Inspirational
Source: None
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Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Topic: Jealousy
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto VIII, st. 40)
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Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Topic: Language
Source: The Faerie Queene (IV, 2, 32)
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Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercie ever hope to have?
Topic: Mercy
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. VI, canto I, st. 42)
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There grewe an aged tree on the greene;
A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
With armes full strong and largely displayed,
But of their leaves they were disarayde
The bodie bigge, and mightely pight,
Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight;
Whilome had bene the king of the field,
And mochell mast to the husband did yielde,
And with his nuts larded many swine:
But now the gray mosse marred his rine;
His bared boughes were beaten with stormes,
His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes,
His honour decayed, his brauches sere.
Topic: Oak
Source: Shepherd's Callender--Februarie
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Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Topic: Obscurity
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. IV, canto VII, st. 15)
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Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare,
And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare,
Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye,
With greedy jawes her ready for to teare.
Topic: Partridges
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. III, canto VIII, st. 33)
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Although the last, not least.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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Anger manages everything badly.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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Virtue may be cheerful without forgetting its dignity.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Colin Clout (l. 444)
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For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise,
And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow;
Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise;
Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
Topic: Reflection
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. V, canto II, st. 43)
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And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
Topic: Students
Source: The Faerie Queene (bk. IV, canto II, st. 48)
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