Edmund Spenser Quotes

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

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.

Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

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

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.

Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.