And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care. — 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
Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway. — 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
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay, Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful, Pour out to all that wull. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might… — 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
