The Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 4

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Page 273 - And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck did adown distill.
Page 278 - Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away...
Page 42 - OF Court, it seemes, men Courtesie doe call, For that it there most useth to abound ; And well beseemeth that in Princes hall That Vertue should be plentifully found, Which of all goodly manners is the ground, And roote of civill conversation...
Page 58 - WHAT vertue is so fitting for a knight, Or for a Ladie whom a knight should love, As Curtesie; to beare themselves aright To all of each degree as doth behove ? For whether they be placed high above Or low beneath, yet ought they well to know Their good; that none them rightly may reprove Of rudenesse for not yeelding what they owe : Great skill it is such duties timely to bestow.
Page 284 - I well consider all that ye have sayd, And find that all things stedfastnes doe hate And changed be: yet being rightly wayd, They are not changed from their first estate; But by their change their being doe dilate: And turning to themselves at length againe, Doe worke their owne perfection so by fate: Then over them Change doth not rule and raigne; But they raigne over Change, and doe their states maintaine.
Page 332 - Is layd abed, and no where now to see; And in her roome unseemly Sorrow sits, With hollow browes and greisly countenaunce, Marring my joyous gentle dalliaunce.
Page 274 - And backward yode, as bargemen wont to fare Bending their force contrary to their face ; Like that ungracious crew which faines demurest grace.
Page 275 - The sixt was August, being rich arrayd In garment all of gold downe to the ground ; Yet rode he not, but led a lovely Mayd Forth by the lilly hand, the which was cround With...
Page 208 - Liker to heaven then mortall wretchednesse : Therefore the winged god, to let men weet That here on earth is no sure happinesse, A thousand sowres hath tempred with one sweet, To make it seeme more deare and dainty, as is meet.
Page 197 - For, being gone, none can them bring in place, But whom they of themselves list so to grace." " Right sory I," saide then Sir Calidore, " That my ill fortune did them hence displace : But since things passed none may now restore, Tell me what were they all, whose lacke thee grieves so sore.

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