How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
EDMUND SPENSERFor there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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But times do change and move continually.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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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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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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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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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