Who 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.
EDMUND SPENSERNo dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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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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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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