Trumpets Quotes by Edmund Spenser

“All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.”

— Edmund Spenser

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

— 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 never dry,…

— Edmund Spenser

All flesh doth frailty breed!

— Edmund Spenser

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

— Edmund Spenser

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

— Edmund Spenser

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

— Edmund Spenser

Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.

— 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

Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair

— Edmund Spenser