I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
EDMUND SPENSERMy 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?
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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