So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
EDMUND SPENSERMy Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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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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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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