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.
EDMUND SPENSERTo be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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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 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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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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