All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
EDMUND SPENSERShe bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSERFly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERTogether linkt with adamantine chains.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
EDMUND SPENSERAll for love, and nothing for reward.
EDMUND SPENSERFrom good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
EDMUND SPENSERThrough 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.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
EDMUND SPENSERTo be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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.
EDMUND SPENSERLaws 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.
EDMUND SPENSERMan’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERDiscord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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