Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? – Epithalamion
EDMUND SPENSERDiscord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
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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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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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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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But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
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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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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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Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
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