So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
EDMUND SPENSERIll can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.
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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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