But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
EDMUND SPENSERAll that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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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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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And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Together linkt with adamantine chains.
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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 sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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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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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 noblest mind the best contentment has.
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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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For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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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.
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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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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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