Quote#Wisdom
As withered weed through cruell winters tine
Quote byEdmund Spenser · 1552–1599
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Book IV, Canto 12, stanza 34.
English (original)
As withered weed through cruell winters tine, That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection, Liftes up his head, that did before decline And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.
— Edmund Spenser
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I trow that countenance cannot lie, Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.
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Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
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