The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
EDMUND SPENSERBut 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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But times do change and move continually.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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 vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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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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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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