Edmund Spenser Quotes

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

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

But times do change and move continually.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

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

And he that strives to touch the stars Oft stumbles at a straw.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.

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

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.

In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.

Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.

For if good were not praised more than ill, None would chuse goodness of his own free will.

The noblest mind the best contentment has