But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
EDMUND SPENSERThankfulness is the tune of angels.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
-
-
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
EDMUND SPENSER -
All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
EDMUND SPENSER -
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
EDMUND SPENSER -
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSER -
Together linkt with adamantine chains.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSER -
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSER -
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSER -
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
EDMUND SPENSER -
But times do change and move continually.
EDMUND SPENSER -
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
EDMUND SPENSER -
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.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
EDMUND SPENSER -
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Greatest god below the sky.
EDMUND SPENSER -
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSER -
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
EDMUND SPENSER -
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
EDMUND SPENSER -
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.
EDMUND SPENSER -
Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
EDMUND SPENSER