Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
But as it falleth, in the gentlest hearts Imperious love hath highest set his throne, And tyrannizeth in the bitter smarts Of… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteem, How I him loved, and love with all my might, So thought I… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
She heard with patience all unto the end, And strove to maister sorrowful assay, Which greater grew, the more she did contend;… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Faire Ladies, that to loue captiued arre, And chaste desires do nourish in your mind, Let not her fault your sweet affections… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“ My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“ One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
“The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay; Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see, In springing flowre the image… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
“There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought. (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
“It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
“For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share
