And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERAnd painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
EDMUND SPENSERHard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
EDMUND SPENSERA 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.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
EDMUND SPENSERAll sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSERSweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
EDMUND SPENSERBut 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.
EDMUND SPENSERBut times do change and move continually.
EDMUND SPENSERWaking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
EDMUND SPENSERSo much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
EDMUND SPENSERAll for love, and nothing for reward.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
EDMUND SPENSERFresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
EDMUND SPENSERAh! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSERShe bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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