For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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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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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 next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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