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.
EDMUND SPENSERWho will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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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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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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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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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
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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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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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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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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.
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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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