But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
EDMUND SPENSERHard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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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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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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