Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSERTogether linkt with adamantine chains.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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