Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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.
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