No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
EDMUND SPENSERAh! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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 minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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