Greatest god below the sky.
EDMUND SPENSERYet 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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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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Laws 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.
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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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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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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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