Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSERGreatest god below the sky.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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