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The heart and fancy, as pellucid wave 
Of fount or river 
Flings back more bright what bright doth onit fall, 
And its own radia:ce lends where else were none 
at all. 
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SONNET. 
BY SPENSER. 
Sweet is the Rose, but growes upon a brere; 
Sweet is the Juniper, but sharpe his bough ; 
Sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh nere ; 
Sweet is the Firbloom, but his branches rough, 
Sweet is the Cypress, but his rind is tough, 
Sweet is the Nut, but bitter is his pill; 
Sweet is the Broome-flowere, but yet sowre 
enough ; 
And sweet is Moly, but his roote is ill. 
So every sweet with sowre is tempred still, 
That maketh it be coveted the more: 
For casie things that may be got at will, 
Most sorts of men loe set but little store. 
Why then should I account of little paine, 
That endless pleasure shall unto me gaine? 




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