Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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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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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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But times do change and move continually.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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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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The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.
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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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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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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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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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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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For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
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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.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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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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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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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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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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