Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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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All that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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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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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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Sluggish idleness–the nurse of sin.
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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