Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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But 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.
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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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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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