Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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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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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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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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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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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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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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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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