Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
EDMUND SPENSERWaking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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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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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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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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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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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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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