Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSERUnhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSERThe man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
EDMUND SPENSERWho will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
EDMUND SPENSERSuch is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
EDMUND SPENSERFly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
EDMUND SPENSERThe noblest mind the best contentment has.
EDMUND SPENSERSo passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
EDMUND SPENSERMen, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
EDMUND SPENSERFor 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.
EDMUND SPENSERAll sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSERShe bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSERAll love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
EDMUND SPENSERIn one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
EDMUND SPENSERDiscord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
EDMUND SPENSERJoy 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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