Fretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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 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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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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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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 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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Greatest god below the sky.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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For 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.
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