For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; _x000D_ For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that the soul shapes and defines the body, emphasizing the connection between one's spiritual essence and physical being.
Edmund Spenser's quote highlights the intimate relationship between the soul and the body, positing that the nature of a person's spirit directly influences their physical form. This reflects a philosophical view that our inner self is not only distinct but also plays a foundational role in our external expressions, suggesting that understanding the soul is essential to understanding oneself holistically.
In practice
In a discussion about spirituality and identity, one might say this quote to illustrate how inner qualities manifest outwardly.
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.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. ...Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.
As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.
So the blind will lead the blind, and the deaf shout warnings to one another until their voices are lost.
All the sciences have a relation, greater or less, to human nature; and...however wide any of them may seem to run from it, they still return back by one passage or another. Even Mathematics, Natural Philosophy, and Natural Religion, are in some measure dependent on the science of MAN; since they lie under the cognizance of men, and are judged of by their powers and faculties.
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