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.
EDMUND SPENSERWhat more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn’d himself first to subdue.
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Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
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Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
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Men, 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.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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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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I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
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