Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
EDMUND SPENSERBut angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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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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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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