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.
EDMUND SPENSERIll can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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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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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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