She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay, / Which greater grew, the more she did contend; / And almost rent her tender hart in tway / And love fresh coles unto her…
Quote by Edmund Spenser
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And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
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Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
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Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
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He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
True loves are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, And glorious light of her sunshyny face To...
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteem, How I him loved, and love...
O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong?
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly...
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that...