Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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