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.
EDMUND SPENSERSo let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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