Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
EDMUND SPENSERBeauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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But times do change and move continually.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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My 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?
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Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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