For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
EDMUND SPENSERUnhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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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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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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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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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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