Quotes by : Edmund Spenser

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre,....

I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, but not my love to see.

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

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death. ....

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests,....

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with....

Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace....

Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes....

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.