Edmund Spenser quotes

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. (Edmund Spenser)
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
Edmund Spenser
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
Edmund Spenser
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Edmund Spenser
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Edmund Spenser
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
Edmund Spenser
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
Edmund Spenser
The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
Edmund Spenser
Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed sourse,And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse.
Edmund Spenser
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
Edmund Spenser
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine. (Edmund Spenser)
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Edmund Spenser
I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
Edmund Spenser
What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
Edmund Spenser
For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
Edmund Spenser
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
Edmund Spenser
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Edmund Spenser
I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.
Edmund Spenser
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Edmund Spenser
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.
Edmund Spenser
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please. (Edmund Spenser)
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Edmund Spenser
Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
Edmund Spenser
But Justice, though her dome [doom] she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
Edmund Spenser
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, As by his manners.
Edmund Spenser