Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
EDMUND SPENSERIll can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
EDMUND SPENSERFor whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
EDMUND SPENSERLike as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
EDMUND SPENSERIn one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
EDMUND SPENSERThe man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
EDMUND SPENSERMe seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
EDMUND SPENSERIn vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSERGreatest god below the sky.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSERFor that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
EDMUND SPENSERWaking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSERYet 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.
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.
EDMUND SPENSERGood is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
EDMUND SPENSERThose 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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