Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSERThe man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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No 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.
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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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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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