Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
EDMUND SPENSERHard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
EDMUND SPENSERBut 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.
EDMUND SPENSERFor easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
EDMUND SPENSERBeauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
EDMUND SPENSERFresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
EDMUND SPENSERWhat more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
EDMUND SPENSERHasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
EDMUND SPENSERSluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
EDMUND SPENSERThe man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSERDiscord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
EDMUND SPENSERBright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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 SPENSERFoul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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.
EDMUND SPENSER