Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSERBeauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
EDMUND SPENSERHasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERTo be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERYet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
EDMUND SPENSERFor evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSERA 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.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
EDMUND SPENSERFoul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
EDMUND SPENSERDiscord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
EDMUND SPENSERHow many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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?
EDMUND SPENSERDeath is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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