Edmund Spenser

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

— Edmund Spenser

Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath; Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath, Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife;…

— Edmund Spenser

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

— Edmund Spenser

Then came October, full of merry glee.

— Edmund Spenser

“ My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How…

— Edmund Spenser

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

— Edmund Spenser

Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed…

— Edmund Spenser

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

— Edmund Spenser

Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteem, How I him loved, and love with all my might, So thought I…

— Edmund Spenser

The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

— Edmund Spenser

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

— Edmund Spenser

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

— Edmund Spenser

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is…

— Edmund Spenser

But Justice, though her dome doom she doe prolong,Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

— Edmund Spenser

“Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre, And in dead parents balefull ashes bred, Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes are Left…

— Edmund Spenser

Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

— Edmund Spenser

The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.

— Edmund Spenser

For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

— Edmund Spenser

Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?

— Edmund Spenser

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

— Edmund Spenser

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that…

— Edmund Spenser

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the…

— Edmund Spenser

O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

— Edmund Spenser

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

— Edmund Spenser

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

— Edmund Spenser