And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame. Edmund Spenser More Quotes by Edmund Spenser More Quotes From Edmund Spenser And he that strives to touch the stars Edmund Spenser strife strive stars The noblest mind the best contentment has Edmund Spenser self-improvement contentment mind Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem. Edmund Spenser shows beauty men Together linkt with adamantine chains. Edmund Spenser chains together life Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Edmund Spenser great-leader motivation leadership Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Edmund Spenser angel eye love Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow Edmund Spenser flower blow men A sweet attractive kind of grace, Edmund Spenser eye sweet book But O the exceeding grace Edmund Spenser angel blessed men In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. Edmund Spenser hate revenge heart Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late. Edmund Spenser evening states men For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. Edmund Spenser fate might heaven Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspin good for staves, the cypress funeral, The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the fir that weepest still, The yew obedient to the bender's will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill, The myrrh sweet-bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the platane round, The carver holm, the maple seldom inward sound. Edmund Spenser funeral kings sweet And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine. Edmund Spenser paine pleasure Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king. Edmund Spenser kings spring love All that in this world is great or gay, Edmund Spenser decay gay world No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. Edmund Spenser bud als might Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Edmund Spenser strive ambition lows Through knowledge we behold the world's creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature's cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass. Edmund Spenser judging world firsts How many great ones may remember'd be, Edmund Spenser pride names forever
