Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
EDMUND SPENSERThrough 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.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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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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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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For 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.
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To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.
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Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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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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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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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
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A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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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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Greatest god below the sky.
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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
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