All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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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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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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