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.
EDMUND SPENSERFor since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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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 he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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