Quotes from Edmund Spenser

All that in this delightful garden grows,Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.

The woods shall to me answer, and my Echo ring.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefiled,On Fame's eternal beadroll worthy to be filed.

For all that fair is, is by nature good;That is a sign to know the gentle blood.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

To kirk the nearer, from God more far,Has been an old-said saw.And he that strives to touch the stars,Oft stumbles at a straw.

A gentle knight was pricking on the plain.

Tell her the joyous time will not be stayedUnlesse she do him by the forelock take.

A bold bad man.

Death slew not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

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

Wars and alarums unto nations wide.

Though last not least.

Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small.

Ay me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall.

For all that nature by her mother witCould frame in earth.

But times do change and move continually.

Her birth was of the womb of morning dew.

Another iron door, on which was writ,Be not too bold.

That here on earth is no sure happiness.

Who will not mercy unto others show,How can he mercy ever hope to have?

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

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.

What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.