Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
EDMUND SPENSERFor we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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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.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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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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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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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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