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 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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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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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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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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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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No 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.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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