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.
EDMUND SPENSERWho would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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