Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Laws 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.
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For 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.
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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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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.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Through 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.
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