Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSERTo be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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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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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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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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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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