Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSERThis iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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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.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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For 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.
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