My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
EDMUND SPENSERHard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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