For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem. — 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
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene? — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man;… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winds that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
There learned arts do flourish in great honour And poets's wits are had in peerless price; Religion hath lay power, to rest… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow In his light wing's, is lifted up to sky; The scorn of-knighthood and true chivalry.… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, As to descry the crafty cunning train, By which deceit doth mask in… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the… — 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
