So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
EDMUND SPENSERThe noblest mind the best contentment has.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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No dainty flower or herbs that grows on ground, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out fair, and throw her sweet smells all around.
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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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All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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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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But times do change and move continually.
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The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
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Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
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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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Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
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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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The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
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A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
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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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