She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSERNo 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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