Edmund Spenser
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.Collection: Death
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.Collection: Death
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.Collection: Great
All for love, and nothing for reward.Collection: Love
Fretting grief the enemy of life.Collection: Grief
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.Collection: Time
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.Collection: May
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.Collection: Example
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.Collection: Gratitude
But times do change and move continually.Collection: Change
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.Collection: Beauty
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.Collection: Fall
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.Collection: Men
Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.Collection: Nurse
The noblest mind the best contentment hasCollection: Mind
Together linkt with adamantine chains.Collection: Life
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.Collection: Evil
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.Collection: Heart
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.Collection: Food
The nightingale is sovereign of song.Collection: Song
He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.Collection: Grief
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.Collection: Gentleman
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.Collection: Spring
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!Collection: Feet
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.Collection: Care
Then came October, full of merry glee.Collection: Autumn
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower Of many a lady and many a paramour. Gather therefore the rose whilst yet in prime, For soon comes age that will her pride deflower. Gather the rose of love whilst yet in time, Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.Collection: Flower
I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.Collection: Eye
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.Collection: 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.Collection: Fall
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.Collection: Heart
I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.Collection: Lying
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!Collection: Time
The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat, The hardest yron soone doth mollify, That with his heavy sledge he can it beat, And fashion it to what he it list apply.Collection: Fashion
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.Collection: Fame
Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,And layes the soul to sleepe in quiet grave?Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please.Collection: Sea