To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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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Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
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All for love, and nothing for reward.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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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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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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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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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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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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All flesh doth frailty breed!
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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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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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From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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