Edmund Spenser

Greatest god below the sky.

— Edmund Spenser

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

— Edmund Spenser

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

— Edmund Spenser

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

— Edmund Spenser

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

— Edmund Spenser

The noblest mind the best contentment has

— Edmund Spenser

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

— Edmund Spenser

Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.

— Edmund Spenser

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

— Edmund Spenser

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

— Edmund Spenser

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

— Edmund Spenser

“Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.”

— Edmund Spenser

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

— Edmund Spenser

Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.

— Edmund Spenser

What man that sees the ever-whirling wheel Of Change, the which all mortal things doth sway.

— Edmund Spenser

The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.

— Edmund Spenser

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

— Edmund Spenser

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.

— Edmund Spenser

For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate…

— Edmund Spenser

But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion…

— Edmund Spenser

“Leaves, lines, and rhymes, seek her to please alone, Whom if ye please, I care for other none.”

— Edmund Spenser

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

— Edmund Spenser

“Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem, Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield: The worth of…

— Edmund Spenser

“There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought. (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)”

— Edmund Spenser

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might…

— Edmund Spenser

A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man;…

— Edmund Spenser

What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of…

— Edmund Spenser

She heard with patience all unto the end, And strove to maister sorrowful assay, Which greater grew, the more she did contend;…

— Edmund Spenser

And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did…

— Edmund Spenser

“Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, All…

— Edmund Spenser

Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath; Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath, Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife;…

— Edmund Spenser

But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That…

— Edmund Spenser

“O why doe wretched men so much desire, To draw their dayes vnto the vtmost date, And doe not rather wish them…

— Edmund Spenser

“His Lady sad to see his sore constraint, Cried out, "Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, Add faith unto your…

— Edmund Spenser

Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar…

— Edmund Spenser

“ My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How…

— Edmund Spenser

“It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance…

— Edmund Spenser

“Here haue I cause, in men iust blame to find, That in their proper prayse too partiall bee, And not indifferent to…

— Edmund Spenser

“ One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the…

— Edmund Spenser

“Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre, And in dead parents balefull ashes bred, Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes are Left…

— Edmund Spenser