Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSERIn vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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But 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.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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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.
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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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Laws 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.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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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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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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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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