The noblest mind the best contentment has.
EDMUND SPENSERMe 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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?
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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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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