Quote

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought

Edmund Spenser

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
Translator
London
England
Edmund Spencer
States
Unhappiness
Make
Flying
Wings
Fast
Poet
Poetry
Selfe
State
Verse
Thought
Verses

More quotes by Edmund Spenser

Image
For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
Edmund Spenser
Image
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
Edmund Spenser
Image
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
Edmund Spenser
Image
For all that faire is, is by nature goodThat is a signe to know the gentle blood.
Edmund Spenser
Image
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Oft stumbles at a straw.
Edmund Spenser
Image
I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
Edmund Spenser
Image
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would chuse goodness of his own free will.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
Edmund Spenser
Image
There learned arts do flourish in great honour And poets's wits are had in peerless price Religion hath lay power, to rest upon her, Advancing virtue, and suppressing vice. For end all good, all grace there freely grows, Had people grace it gratefully to use: For God His gifts there plenteously bestows, But graceless men them greatly do abuse.
Edmund Spenser
Image
O sacred hunger of ambitious minds.
Edmund Spenser
Image
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
Edmund Spenser
Image
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Edmund Spenser
Image
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Edmund Spenser
Image
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Edmund Spenser
Image
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
Edmund Spenser
Image
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Edmund Spenser