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.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
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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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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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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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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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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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