The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death. — 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
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said." "Right so"; quoth he,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“O what auailes it of immortall seed To beene ybred and neuer borne to die? Farre better I it deeme to die… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“What franticke fit (quoth he) hath thus distraught Thee, foolish man, so rash a doome to give? What justice ever other judgement… — 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
“All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
