Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSERSluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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