# Quote — Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

> As when in Cymbrian plaine
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> An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting,
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> Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,
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> And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.

- Author: [Edmund Spenser](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser.md)
- Book: [The Faerie Queene](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene/as-when-in-cymbrian

## More from this book

> As withered weed through cruell winters tine,
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> That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection,
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> Liftes up his head, that did before decline
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> And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene/as-withered-weed.md)

> A monster, which the Blatant beast men call,
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> A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene/a-monster-which.md)

> Who will not mercie unto others show,
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> How can he mercy ever hope to have?

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene/who-will-not.md)