But times do change and move continually.
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For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
More Edmund Spenser Quotes
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But times do change and move continually.
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Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
EDMUND SPENSERWho will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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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.
EDMUND SPENSERSweet 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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Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
EDMUND SPENSERThose that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
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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.
EDMUND SPENSERFoul 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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Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
EDMUND SPENSERBe bold, and everywhere be bold.
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She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
EDMUND SPENSERShe bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowers That in the forest grew.
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So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
EDMUND SPENSERSo passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.
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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.
EDMUND SPENSERYet 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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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.
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For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
EDMUND SPENSERFor evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
EDMUND SPENSERMe seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.
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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.
EDMUND SPENSERI 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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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
EDMUND SPENSERFondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
EDMUND SPENSERThe gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
EDMUND SPENSERFor we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate’s decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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