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.
EDMUND SPENSERFly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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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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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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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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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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