What man that sees the ever-whirling wheel Edmund Spenser More Quotes by Edmund Spenser More Quotes From Edmund Spenser And he that strives to touch the stars Edmund Spenser strifestrivestars The noblest mind the best contentment has Edmund Spenser self-improvementcontentmentmind Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem. Edmund Spenser showsbeautymen Together linkt with adamantine chains. Edmund Spenser chainstogetherlife Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Edmund Spenser great-leadermotivationleadership Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Edmund Spenser angeleyelove Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow Edmund Spenser flowerblowmen A sweet attractive kind of grace, Edmund Spenser eyesweetbook But O the exceeding grace Edmund Spenser angelblessedmen In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. Edmund Spenser haterevengeheart Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late. Edmund Spenser eveningstatesmen 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 fatemightheaven 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 funeralkingssweet And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine. Edmund Spenser painepleasure Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king. Edmund Spenser kingsspringlove All that in this world is great or gay, Edmund Spenser decaygayworld 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 budalsmight Those that were up themselves, kept others low; Edmund Spenser striveambitionlows 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 judgingworldfirsts How many great ones may remember'd be, Edmund Spenser pridenamesforever
