Top 100 Edmund Spenser Quotes
#1. All that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
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#2. No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
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#3. Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state,
Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying
Thought
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#4. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
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#5. He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
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#6. So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
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#7. For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
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#8. He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;
But double griefs afflict concealing harts,
As raging flames who striveth to supresse.
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#9. 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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#10. Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,
Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:
The worth of all men by their end esteem,
And then praise, or due reproach them yield.
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#11. 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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#12. Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed sourse,And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse.
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#13. Fondnesse it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
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#14. 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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#15. And he that strives to touch the stars
Oft stumbles at a straw.
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#17. Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
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#18. Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
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#19. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known,
For a man by nothing is so well betrayed
As by his manners.
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#20. I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
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#22. Sweet 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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#23. For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
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#24. Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
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#25. The Patron of true Holinesse,
Foule Errour doth defeate:
Hypocrisie him to entrappe,
Doth to his home entreate.
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#26. 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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#28. How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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#32. Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
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#33. I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.
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#34. 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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#35. 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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#38. Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
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#41. I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.
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#42. Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
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#43. Why then should witless man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
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#45. For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right
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#46. And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.
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#48. Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath;
Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife
Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath,
Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife;
And fretting grief the enemy of life;
All these and many evils more, haunt ire.
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#49. Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
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#50. All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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#51. Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
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#52. In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
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#54. [...] one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre
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#56. Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
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#57. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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#58. But O the exceeding grace
Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,
And all his works with mercy doth embrace,
That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,
To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
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#60. It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
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#61. So passeth, in the passing of a day,
Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre
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#62. For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
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#63. But as it falleth, in the gentlest hearts Imperious love hath highest set his throne, And tyrannizeth in the bitter smarts Of them, that to him buxom are and prone.
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#64. Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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#65. 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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#66. For 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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#67. 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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#68. Death is an equall doome
To good and bad, the common In of rest.
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#70. For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
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#71. Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
And lende me leave to come unto my love?
- Epithalamion
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#72. O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
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#73. In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.
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#74. To be wise and eke to love,
Is granted scarce to gods above.
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#76. 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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#79. She bathed with roses red,
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.
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#81. What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
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#82. The mind maketh good or ill, wretch or happy, rich or poor.
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#83. Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.
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#85. Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
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#86. And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
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#87. Pour out the wine without restraint or stay,
Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful,
Pour out to all that wull.
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#89. There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.
(No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)
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#90. This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
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#91. Where justice grows, there grows eke greater grace.
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#92. All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
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#93. For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
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#94. Like as the culver on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate
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#95. So Orpheus did for his owne bride,
So I unto my selfe alone will sing,
The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.
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#96. 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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#97. 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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#98. Waking love suffereth no sleepe:
Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke:
Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
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#99. The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,
And looked in:his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
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#100. Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.
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