And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
EDMUND SPENSERBut 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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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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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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But times do change and move continually.
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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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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.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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