Quotes by Edmund Spenser

“So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all ...”

“Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.”

“Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:The worth of all men by their end esteem,And then praise, or due reproach them yield.”

“Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.For all the rest, how ever...”

“I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, but not my love to see.”

“Why then should witless man so much misweeneThat nothing is but that which he hath seene?”

“One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.”

“For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,Which join together in sweet sympathy,To work each other's joy and true content,Which they have harbour'd since their firs...”

“The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death. ”

“Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.”

“Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake...”

“The poet's scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. The Genius survives all else is claimed by death.”

“It is the mind that maketh good of ill that maketh wretch or happy rich or poor.”

“I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme From that time unto this season I received nor rhyme nor reason.”

“Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.”

“I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, but not my love to see.”

“One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.”

“For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,Which join together in sweet sympathy,To work each other's joy and true content,Which they have harbour'd since their firs...”

“The poet's scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. The Genius survives all else is claimed by death.”

“It is the mind that maketh good of ill that maketh wretch or happy rich or poor.”