Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: 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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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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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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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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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