Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
EDMUND SPENSERFrom good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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But times do change and move continually.
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Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
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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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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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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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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
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