What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty? — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of… — 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
