For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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