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 SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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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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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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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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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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For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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