Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
EDMUND SPENSERDeath is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.
EDMUND SPENSERUnhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.
EDMUND SPENSERHow many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
EDMUND SPENSERAll flesh doth frailty breed!
EDMUND SPENSERBut angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.
EDMUND SPENSERA circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
EDMUND SPENSERWho would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSERJoy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
EDMUND SPENSERFor there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
EDMUND SPENSERI was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
EDMUND SPENSERAll sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.
EDMUND SPENSERFor if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
EDMUND SPENSERThose that were up themselves, kept others low; Those that were low themselves, held others hard; He suffered them to ryse or greater grow; But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
EDMUND SPENSERAll for love, and nothing for reward.
EDMUND SPENSERThe fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
EDMUND SPENSERSo let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
EDMUND SPENSER