Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSERWoe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSERAll sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERFor evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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 SPENSERBut angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
EDMUND SPENSERThe noblest mind the best contentment has.
EDMUND SPENSERUnhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSERMen, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
EDMUND SPENSERSweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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.
EDMUND SPENSERHow many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
EDMUND SPENSERThe fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
EDMUND SPENSERFor if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSERI was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
EDMUND SPENSERIll can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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