Quotes from George Peele

Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.

Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.

My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,And lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms,A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,And feed on prayers, which are age his alms.

My merry, merry, merry roundelayConcludes with Cupid's curse:They that do change old love for new,Pray gods, they change for worse!

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing.

Fair and fair, and twice so fair,As fair as any may be.

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair,Shine sun, burn fire, breathe air, and ease me,Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.

Westward, Ho!