Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSERMan’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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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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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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