All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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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.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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 if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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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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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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