But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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But times do change and move continually.
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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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