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.
EDMUND SPENSERFretting grief the enemy of life.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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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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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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Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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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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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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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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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.
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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
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Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.
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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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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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