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,....

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

Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:The worth....

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. ....

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....

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

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