Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
EDMUND SPENSERLaws 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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