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?
EDMUND SPENSERWoe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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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 man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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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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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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Greatest god below the sky.
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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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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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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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