For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
EDMUND SPENSERSo passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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But times do change and move continually.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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