Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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