Quotes By Edmund Spenser

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.

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

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.