For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
EDMUND SPENSERMake haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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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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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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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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