Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please. — 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
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.” — 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
Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiant be, That he should be so sterne to stranger wight; For seldom yet did… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
How many great ones may remember'd be, Which in their days most famously did flourish, Of whom no word we hear, nor… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of… — 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
Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,And layes the soul to sleepe in quiet grave?Sleepe after toyle, port after… — 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
