But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
EDMUND SPENSERBut O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
EDMUND SPENSERLaws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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 easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
EDMUND SPENSERTogether linkt with adamantine chains.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERWhat more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSERSuch is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
EDMUND SPENSERThis iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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 SPENSERBe bold, and everywhere be bold.
EDMUND SPENSERIn one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
EDMUND SPENSERBut Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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