Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
EDMUND SPENSERWho will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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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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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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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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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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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