Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Edmund Spenser More Quotes by Edmund Spenser More Quotes From Edmund Spenser But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Edmund Spenser lasts doe justice One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Edmund Spenser pain names hands Each goodly thing is hardest to begin. Edmund Spenser hardest Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time. Edmund Spenser pride rose love 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. Edmund Spenser sea doe fall The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite. Edmund Spenser bait fishes caught From good to bad, and from bad to worse, Edmund Spenser worst return fall The nightingale is sovereign of song. Edmund Spenser nightingales sovereign song Who would ever care to do brave deed, Edmund Spenser spurs yield brave Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine. Edmund Spenser hateful jealousy heart There learned arts do flourish in great honour Edmund Spenser men people art Death is an equall doome Edmund Spenser good-and-bad common death What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, Edmund Spenser deceit wise men The Patron of true Holinesse, Edmund Spenser patron home book Good is no good, but if it be spend, Edmund Spenser charity ends ifs Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy. Edmund Spenser repentance wrath rage For if good were not praised more than ill, Edmund Spenser free-will goodness praise Yet is there one more cursed than they all, Edmund Spenser jealousy monsters heart This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate. Edmund Spenser iron mind heart Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Edmund Spenser waking passion rage
