Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
EDMUND SPENSERA 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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But 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.
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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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