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.

It is the mind that maketh good of ill that maketh wretch or happy rich or poor.

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,....

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

For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,Which join together in sweet....

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme From that time unto this season I received nor....

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

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