I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
Interpretation
The speaker expresses frustration that daylight reveals everything except the love they yearn for.
In this quote, Edmund Spenser laments that the brightness of day exposes all aspects of life, yet it does not allow him to be with or see the person he loves. This contrast highlights a sense of longing and sorrow, as the joys of daylight are overshadowed by the absence of his beloved, suggesting that love is his true desire and source of happiness.
In practice
This quote could be used in a Valentine's Day card to express deep feelings of longing.
But O the exceeding grace_x000D_ Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,_x000D_ And all his works with mercy doth embrace,_x000D_ That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,_x000D_ To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
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.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; _x000D_ For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.
I thought I knew what love was before giving birth to my baby, but whatever I had experienced in the past paled in comparison to the utterly unconditional love I immediately felt for the little bundle I now held in my arms.
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
The question of sexual dominance can exist only in the nightmare of that soul which has armed itself, totally, against the possibility of the changing motion of conquest and surrender, which is love.
We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as beautiful, intelligent, and witty as we are ugly, stupid, and dull. But what if such a perfect being should one day turn around and decide they will love us back? We can only be somewhat shocked-how can they be as wonderful as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us?
It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
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