Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSERAh! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSERDeath is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
EDMUND SPENSERFor there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERThrough 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.
EDMUND SPENSERThe man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
EDMUND SPENSERFrom good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
EDMUND SPENSERHer angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
EDMUND SPENSERWhat more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSERThe Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
EDMUND SPENSERBright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
EDMUND SPENSERThankfulness is the tune of angels.
EDMUND SPENSERSo much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
EDMUND SPENSERGreatest god below the sky.
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