Edmund Spenser Short Quotes

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A gentle knight was pricking on the plain.

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And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

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The woods shall to me answer, and my Echo ring.

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Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

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Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small.

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Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.

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O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

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For all that Nature by her mother-wit
Could frame in earth.

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Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

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Death slew not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

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To be wise and eke to love,
Is granted scarce to gods above.

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Death is an equall doome
To good and bad, the common In of rest.

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Upon her eyelids many Graces sate,
Under the shadow of her even brows.

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Open the temple gates unto my love,
Open them wide that she may enter in.

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Good is no good, but if it be spend,
God giveth good for none other end.

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Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have?

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I trow that countenance cannot lie,
Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.

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What more felicity can fall to creature,
Than to enjoy delight with liberty.

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All that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.

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Epitaph:
That we spent, we had:
That we gave, we have:
That we left, we lost.

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I learned have, not to despise,
What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.

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Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall!

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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.

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Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

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Like as the culver on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate

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Fondnesse it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

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For all that fair is, is by nature good;
That is a sign to know the gentle blood.

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Roses red and violets blue,
And all the sweetest flowers, that in the forest grew.

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But on his breast a bloody cross he bore,
The dear remembrance of his dying Lord.

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All that in this delightful garden grows,
Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.

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