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.
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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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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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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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